Cattle Call (Letra)
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Cattle Call (Letra)
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Cattle Call (Letra)
(tex owens)
Woo – hoo – woo – ooo – ti – de
Woo – hoo – ooo – oop – i – de – de
Woo – hoo – woo – ooo – ti – de
Yod-el – od-el- lo – ti – de.
The cattle are prowlin’ the coyotes are howlin’
Way out where the dogies bawl
Where spurs are a-jinglin’, a cowboy is singin’
This lonesome cattle call.
He rides in the sun ‘til his days work is done
And he rounds up the cattle each fall
Woo – hoo – woo – ooo – ti – de
Singin’ his cattle call.
For hours he will ride on the range far and wide
When the night winds blow up a squall
His heart is a feather in all kinds of weather
He sings his cattle call.
He’s brown as a berry from ridin’ the prairie
And he sings with an ol’ western drawl
Woo – hoo – woo – ooo – ti – de
Singin’ his cattle call.
Cattle Call (Letra)
(tex owens)
Woo – hoo – woo – ooo – ti – de
Woo – hoo – ooo – oop – i – de – de
Woo – hoo – woo – ooo – ti – de
Yod-el – od-el- lo – ti – de.
The cattle are prowlin’ the coyotes are howlin’
Way out where the dogies bawl
Where spurs are a-jinglin’, a cowboy is singin’
This lonesome cattle call.
He rides in the sun ‘til his days work is done
And he rounds up the cattle each fall
Woo – hoo – woo – ooo – ti – de
Singin’ his cattle call.
For hours he will ride on the range far and wide
When the night winds blow up a squall
His heart is a feather in all kinds of weather
He sings his cattle call.
He’s brown as a berry from ridin’ the prairie
And he sings with an ol’ western drawl
Woo – hoo – woo – ooo – ti – de
Singin’ his cattle call.
Cattle Call (Letra)
[LEANN]
[Yodels]
The cattle are prowlin’
The coyotes are howlin’
Way out where the doggies roam
Where the spurs are a jinglin’
And the cowboy is singin’
His lonesome cattle call
[Yodels]
He rides in the sun
‘Til his days work is done,
And he rounds up the cattle each fall
[Yodels]
Singing his cattle call
[EDDY]
For hours he would ride
On the range far and wide
When the night winds blows up like smoke
His heart is a feather
In all kinds of weather
He sings his cattle call
[Yodels]
He’s browned as a fairy
From riding the prairie
And he sings with an old western drawl
[Yodels]
Singin’ his cattle call