Ode To the Cowboy Yodeler

One Day I was listening to an old Cowboy song My boots began to tapping & I began to sing along A Cowgirl stepped to the mic & as she began to sing It sounded like a falsetto auctioneer pulling vowels out on a string I perked my ears & listened, it didnt seem that hard If I could learn to yodel, I'd be a Cowgirl Superstar So I warmed up & just let loose Was that the call of a lovesick moose? So I adjusted my pitch, had my stance down pat Just as I began to yodel, I swear someone stepped on a cat I struggled on through most of the day trying to warble & trill And If I'd not sprained my tonsils & tongue, I'd be at it still Let's hear it for the Cowboy Yodeler, Head & shoulders above the rest For in mastering the yodel, you surely passed the test I only have one question, I'd really like to know Why they sing about her & where did the little old lady go?