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About the Song

Eddy Arnold‘s “The Cattle Call” is a classic country tune that has stood the test of time. Released in the late 1940s, this song captured the hearts of listeners with its simple yet evocative portrayal of life on the ranch. Arnold, often referred to as the “Tennessee Plowboy,” had a unique ability to connect with audiences through his warm, rich voice and heartfelt delivery.

“The Cattle Call” is more than just a song; it’s a nostalgic trip back to a simpler era. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of the cowboy’s life, filled with open spaces, hard work, and a deep connection to the land. Arnold’s smooth vocals complement the song’s gentle melody, creating a sense of peace and longing.

What makes this song so enduring? It’s the universal themes it explores. The idea of calling out to loved ones or friends, represented by the cattle in the song, resonates with everyone. We’ve all felt the yearning for companionship and the comfort of familiar voices. Arnold’s masterful interpretation transforms this simple concept into a timeless piece of art.

Beyond its lyrical beauty, “The Cattle Call” is also a testament to the enduring appeal of country music. It’s a genre that celebrates the American spirit, the working class, and the beauty of nature. Arnold’s version of the song is a prime example of why country music has remained so popular for generations.

Whether you’re a longtime fan of country music or simply appreciate great songwriting, “The Cattle Call” is a song worth discovering or rediscovering. It’s a reminder of a bygone era and a testament to the power of music to evoke strong emotions.Eddy Arnold - Country Music Hall of Fame and Museum

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Lyrics: The Cattle Call

The cattle are prowlin’ the coyotes are howlin’
Out with the doggies bawl
Where spurs are jinglin’ a cowboy is singin’
This lonesome cattle call [moan]He rides in the sun till his day’s work is done
And he rounds up the cattle each fall
[Moan] Singin’ this cattle callFor hours he will ride on the range far and wide
When the night wind blows up a squall
His heart is a feather in all kinds of weather
He sings his cattle call [moan]

He’s brown as a berry from ridin’ the prairie
And he sings with an old western drawl
[Moan] Singin’ this cattle call… [moan]

 

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