Interpret:

Emmylou Harris

Album:

At the Ryman

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.