Cattle Call

(альбом: At The Ryman - 1992)

Woo hoo woo ooo ti de
Woo hoo ooo oop i de de
Woo hoo woo ooo ti de
Yod-el odel lo ti de.

The cattle are prowling the coyotes are howling
Way out where the dogies bawl
Where spurs are a-jingling, a cowboy is singing
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
Singing 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 riding the prairie
And he sings with an ol' western drawl
Woo hoo woo ooo ti de
Singing his cattle call.