Slim Whitman
The Cattle Call
Woo - hoo - woo - ooo - ti - deWoo - hoo - ooo - oop - i - de - deWoo - hoo - woo - ooo - ti - deYod - el - od - el - lo - ti - de.The cattle are prowlin' the coyotes are howlin'Way out where the dogies bawlWhere spurs are a - jinglin', a cowboy is singin'This lonesome cattle call.He rides in the sun 'til his days work is doneAnd he rounds up the cattle each fallWoo - hoo - woo - ooo - ti - deSingin' his cattle call.For hours he will ride on the range far and wideWhen the night winds blow up a squallHis heart is a feather in all kinds of weatherHe sings his cattle call. He's brown as a berry from ridin' the prairieAnd he sings with an ol' western drawlWoo - hoo - woo - ooo - ti - deSingin' his cattle call.
From Letras Mania