My father-in-law was a bronc buster in his younger days. Later he changed his job to being a "ditch rider" for the irrigation ditchs in Wyoming. This entailed riding up and down the canals opening and closing gates to regulate the flow of water to different pastures and fields.

(YODEL)

THE CATTLE ARE PROWLIN' THE COYOTE'S HOWLIN'
WE'RE OUT WHERE THE DOGIE'S BAWL
WHERE SPURS ARE A-JINGLIN' A COWBOY IS SINGIN'
THIS LONESOME CATTLE CALL

(REPEAT YODEL)

HE RIDES IN THE SUN TILL HIS DAY'S WORK IS DONE
AND HE ROUNDS UP THE CATTLE EACH FALL
(1ST LINE OF YODEL)
SINGIN' HIS CATTLE CALL

FOR HOURS HE WOULD RIDE ON THE RANGE FAR AND WIDE
THE NIGHT WINDS BLOW UP A STORM
HIS HEART IS A FEATHER IN ALL KINDS OF WEATHER
HE SINGS HIS CATTLE CALL

(YODEL)

HE'S BROWN AS A BERRY FROM RIDIN' THE PRAIRIE
YET HE SINGS WITH AN OLD WESTERN DRAWL
(1ST LINE OF YODEL)
SINGIN' HIS CATTLE CALL

(YODEL, RIT. ON LAST LINE)