cattle call, eddy arnold

The cattle are prowlin'
The coyotes are howlin' 
Way out where the doggies roam 
Where spurs are a jinglin' 
And the cowboy is singing 
His lonesome cattle call 

He rides in the sun 
'Til his days work is done 
And he rounds up the cattle each fall 
Singing his cattle call 

For hours he would ride 
On the range far and wide 
When the night wind blows up and slow 
His heart is a feather 
In all kinds of weather 
He sings his cattle call 

He's browned as a fairy 
From ridin' the prairie 
And he sings with an western drawl 
Singing his cattle call

 

eddy arnold

 

 

 

 

다른 세상의 작은 추모, "have a nice day!"