The Cattle Call
Written by Tex Owens
Recorded by Frank McKinnon
LYRICS
Whoo-ooh-ooh-doo-di-di. Whoo-ooh-ooh-oop-doo-doo. Whoo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh. Yod-el-od-el-lo-ti-de.
The cattle are prowlin', and the coyotes are howlin', way out where the dogies bawl, where spurs are a-jinglin', a cowboy is singin' this lonesome cattle call: Whoo-ooh-ooh-doo-di-di. Whoo-ooh-ooh-oop-doo-doo. Whoo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh. Yod-el-od-el-lo-ti-de.
He rides in the sun 'til his days work is done. And he rounds up the cattle each fall. Ooh-ooh-ooh-doo-di-di, singin' his cattle call.
For hours, he would rides 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: Whoo-ooh-ooh-doo-di-di. Whoo-ooh-ooh-oop-doo-doo. Whoo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh. Yod-el-od-el-lo-ti-de.
He's brown as a berry from ridin' the prairie. And he sings with an ol' western drawl. Ooh-ooh-ooh-doo-di-di, singing his cattle call: Ooh-ooh-ooh-doo-di-di. Whoo-ooh-ooh-oop-doo-doo. Whoo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh. Yod-el-od-el-lo-ti-de.
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Frank McKinnon:
Guitar
Vocal
