Текст Emmylou Harris – Cattle Call

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.