Текст Dwight Yoakam – Cattle Call

(Woo — hoo — woo — ooo — to — do)
(Woo — hoo — ooo — oop — to — do — do)
(Woo — hoo — woo — ooo — to — do)
(Doo — do — do — do — op — to — do.)

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.

(Woo — hoo — woo — ooo — to — do)
(Woo — hoo — ooo — oop — to — do — do)
(Woo — hoo — woo — ooo — to — do)
(Doo — do — do — do — op — to — do.)

He rides in the sun ’til his days work is done
And he rounds up the cattle each fall
Woo — hoo — woo — ooo — to — do
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 was a feather in all kinds of weather
He sang 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 — to — do
Singin’ his cattle call.

(Woo — hoo — woo — ooo — to — do)
(Woo — hoo — ooo — oop — to — do — do)
(Woo — hoo — woo — ooo — to — do)
(Doo — do — do — do — op — to — do.)

(Woo — hoo — woo — ooo — to — do)
(Woo — hoo — ooo — oop — to — do — do)

(Woo — hoo — woo — ooo — to — do)
(Woo — hoo — ooo — oop — to — do — do)
(Woo — hoo — woo — ooo — to — do)
(Doo — do — do — do — op — to — do)…