Small town boy from Montana, he wore a red bandana
with a guitar always close at hand
led by his intuition, he had but one ambition
to become the greatest yodeler in the land
you could find him in the streets in the alleys and the bars
correcting and perfecting his tune
the towns folk just laughed, turned their backs
he was the local yodeling fool
he practiced every day he practiced every night
his song seemed to be his only friend
one day he disappeared and the townsfolk cheered,
"hooray, we'll never have to hear him again"
no longer in the streets and the alleys and the bars could you hear his
lonesome tune
for the boy had gone and taken with him his song of the local yodeling fool
one day farmer Bill had his truck parked on the hill
with his radio blaring across the town
who should he hear coming in so loud and clear
it was that local yodeling clown
it was heard in the streets and the alleys and the bars
a voice that rang so true
they heard that shout and they new without a doubt
it was the local yodeling fool