Cattle Call

Cattle Call (牧牛谣) - Slim Whitman/Dolores Watson

When cattle are prowling the coyotes are howling

Way out where the dogies bawl

Where spurs are a jingling a cowboy is singing

This lonesome cattle call

He rides in the sun until his days work is done

And he rounds up the cattle each fall

Singing my cattle call

For hours he will ride on the range far and wide

When the night winds blow up a squall

I don't care was well my heart is a feather

Sings my cattle call

I brown as a berry from riding the prairie

And he sings with an ol' western drawl

Singing my cattle call