Daddy was a yodeling cowboy, he’d go riding on the ranges all day Rounding up the doggies, and the cattle gone astray He taught me how to ride my pony, and how to make a lariat twirl Daddy was a yodeling cowboy, that’s why I’m a yodeling cowgirl whoop whoop oo oo do Yo de lo di o daddy yodeled as he rode along whoop whoop oo oo do Yo de lo di o I love to hear my daddy’s yodeling song He’d take me riding on the ranges, out beneath the skies so blue He taught me how to yodel, and sing the cowboy songs he knew We’d go riding down the trail together, yodeling while our lariats twirled Daddy was a yodeling cowboy, that’s why I’m a yodeling cowgirl Same yodel as above Daddy’s grown older and weary, his roundup days will soon be through We’ll no longer ride together, under prairie skies so blue Soon he’ll go and join my mother, yodeling up in heaven above But I’ll always be his yodeling cowgirl, and he’ll always be the daddy that I love whoop whoop oo oo do Yo de lo di o daddy yodeled as he rode along whoop whoop oo oo do Yo de lo di o I love to hear my daddy’s yodeling song...