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THE CATTLE CALL
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Woo - hoo - woo - ooo - ti - de
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Woo - hoo - ooo - oop - i - de - de
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Woo - hoo - woo - ooo - ti - de
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Yod-el - od-el- lo - ti - de.
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The cattle are prowlin' the coyotes are howlin'
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Way out where the dogies bawl
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Where spurs are a-jinglin', a cowboy is singin'
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This lonesome cattle call.
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He rides in the sun 'til his days work is done
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And he rounds up the cattle each fall
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Woo - hoo - woo - ooo - ti - de
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Singin' his cattle call.
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For hours he will ride on the range far and wide
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When the night winds blow up a squall
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His heart is a feather in all kinds of weather
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He sings his cattle call.
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He's brown as a berry from ridin' the prairie
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And he sings with an ol' western drawl
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Woo - hoo - woo - ooo - ti - de
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Singin' his cattle call.
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THE CATTLE CALL
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| Emmylou Harris |
