Cattle Call - 牧牛谣
The cattle are prowlin The coyotes are howlin Way out where the doggies roam Where the spurs are a jinglin And the cowboy is singin 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 winds blows up like smoke His heart is a feather In all kinds of weather He sings his cattle call
He's browned as a fairy From riding the prairie And he sings with an old western drawl
Singin' his cattle call
本贴由[隐士]最后编辑于:2007-6-29 14:13:6 |