Song | Cattle Call |
Artist | Emmylou Harris |
Album | Songs Of The West |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:05.18] | The cattle are prowlin’ the coyotes are howlin’ |
[00:09.92] | Way out where the dogies bawl |
[00:13.91] | |
[00:14.72] | Where spurs are a-jinglin’, a cowboy is singin’ |
[00:20.03] | This lonesome cattle call. |
[00:22.97] | |
[00:45.23] | He rides in the sun ’til his days work is done |
[00:50.22] | And he rounds up the cattle each fall |
[00:54.34] | |
[01:01.00] | Singin’ his cattle call. |
[01:04.68] | |
[01:25.77] | For hours he will ride on the range far and wide |
[01:30.95] | When the night winds blow up a squall |
[01:36.00] | His heart is a feather in all kinds of weather |
[01:41.37] | He sings his cattle call. |
[01:43.45] | |
[02:06.54] | He’s brown as a berry from ridin’ the prairie |
[02:11.72] | And he sings with an ol’ western drawl |
[02:15.96] | |
[02:22.46] | Singin’ his cattle call. |
[00:05.18] | The cattle are prowlin' the coyotes are howlin' |
[00:09.92] | Way out where the dogies bawl |
[00:13.91] | |
[00:14.72] | Where spurs are ajinglin', a cowboy is singin' |
[00:20.03] | This lonesome cattle call. |
[00:22.97] | |
[00:45.23] | He rides in the sun ' til his days work is done |
[00:50.22] | And he rounds up the cattle each fall |
[00:54.34] | |
[01:01.00] | Singin' his cattle call. |
[01:04.68] | |
[01:25.77] | For hours he will ride on the range far and wide |
[01:30.95] | When the night winds blow up a squall |
[01:36.00] | His heart is a feather in all kinds of weather |
[01:41.37] | He sings his cattle call. |
[01:43.45] | |
[02:06.54] | He' s brown as a berry from ridin' the prairie |
[02:11.72] | And he sings with an ol' western drawl |
[02:15.96] | |
[02:22.46] | Singin' his cattle call. |
[00:05.18] | The cattle are prowlin' the coyotes are howlin' |
[00:09.92] | Way out where the dogies bawl |
[00:13.91] | |
[00:14.72] | Where spurs are ajinglin', a cowboy is singin' |
[00:20.03] | This lonesome cattle call. |
[00:22.97] | |
[00:45.23] | He rides in the sun ' til his days work is done |
[00:50.22] | And he rounds up the cattle each fall |
[00:54.34] | |
[01:01.00] | Singin' his cattle call. |
[01:04.68] | |
[01:25.77] | For hours he will ride on the range far and wide |
[01:30.95] | When the night winds blow up a squall |
[01:36.00] | His heart is a feather in all kinds of weather |
[01:41.37] | He sings his cattle call. |
[01:43.45] | |
[02:06.54] | He' s brown as a berry from ridin' the prairie |
[02:11.72] | And he sings with an ol' western drawl |
[02:15.96] | |
[02:22.46] | Singin' his cattle call. |