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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