Cattle Call

(sung by Elvis in concerts of the 1950s)



[In der mir vorliegenden Version summt er nur die Melodie.]



(Tex Owens)







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







Woo-hoo woo-hoo hoo hoo



Woo-hoo woo-hoo hoo hoo



Woo-hoo woo-hoo hoo hoo hoo



Woo-hoo woo-hoo hoo







He rides in the sun, till his days work is done



And he rounds up the cattle each fall



Woo-hoo woo-hoo hoo hoo



Singin' his cattle call.







For hours he will ride on the range far and wide



When the night wind blows up a squall



His heart is a feather in all kinds of weather



He sings his cattle call







Woo-hoo woo-hoo hoo hoo



Woo-hoo woo-hoo hoo hoo



Woo-hoo woo-hoo hoo hoo hoo



Woo-hoo woo-hoo hoo







He's brown as a berry from ridin' the prairie



And sings with an ol' western drawl



Woo-hoo woo-hoo hoo hoo



Singin' his cattle call