Luyện nghe bài hát You Don't Kno' What Lonesome Is ( 'Till You Get to Herdin' Cows )

Do me Ah Ma doo, Do me Ah Ma day!
All . . . all alone!

When the owl toots his tooloo
to the of the nip wick hen,
and the chink chirps in the chilly night,
it's mighty lonesome . . .

And mighty lonesome when the wind,
howls thru the jack-pine
but you kno' what lonesome is,
'till you get to cows . . .

Do me Ah Ma doo, Do me Ah Ma day!
All . . . all alone!

Oh, the fella,
gets off on a Saturday
an' he gets a chance to see his
with change no than right
but the saddle is your life
no time to carouse
and you don't kno' lonesome is,
'till you get to cows . . .

Do me Ah Ma doo, Do me Ah Ma day!
By . . . by myself!
Now, the of the lighthouse
an' the man at sea
an' the on the mountain top
got a thing on me
'cause I got all the
the common law allows
Man, you don't kno' lonesome is,
you get to herdin' cows . . .

Do me Ah Ma doo, Do me Ah Ma day!
Cowboy blues . . . blues!

Now, you may often
why a cowpoke so sad
he's a of the many things
in life never had
no pal, no gal for
jus' the kettle as prowl
man, you don't what lonesome is,
you get to herdin' cows . . .

Do me Ah Ma doo, Do me Ah Ma day!
All . . . by myself!
Cowboy blues . . . cow!
COW!
Doggone you, you me again!

Words and Music by Foster Carling and Washburne