Текст LeAnn Rimes – Cattle Call

LEANN

Yodels

The cattle are prowlin’
The coyotes are howlin’

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