"Cattle Call" by Emmylou Harris

(Tex Owens)

Woo - hoo - woo - ooo - ti - de 
Woo - hoo - ooo - oop - i - de - de 
Woo - hoo - woo - ooo - ti - de 
Yod-el - od-el- lo - ti - de. 

The cattle are prowlin' the  coyotes are howlin' 
Way  out where the dogies  bawl 
Where spurs are a-jinglin', a  cowboy is singin' 
This lonesome cattle call. 

He  rides in the sun 'til his  days work is done 
And he rounds up the cattle each fall 
 Woo - hoo - woo - ooo - ti - de 
 Singin' his cattle  call. 

For hours he will ride on the range far and wide 
When the night winds blow up a squall 
His heart is a feather in all kinds of weather 
He sings his cattle call. 

He's brown as a berry from ridin' the prairie 
And he sings with an ol' western drawl 
Woo - hoo - woo - ooo - ti - de 
Singin' his cattle call.