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!

the hoot owl toots his tooloo
to the of the nip wick hen,
and the chink funk in the chilly night,
it's lonesome then . . .

And mighty lonesome when the wind,
howls thru the jack-pine
but you don't what lonesome is,
you get to herdin' 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 to see his pals
with change no more than
but when the saddle is your
there's no to carouse
and you don't kno' what is,
'till you get to herdin' . . .

Do me Ah Ma doo, Do me Ah Ma day!
By . . . by myself!
Now, the keeper of the
an' the man at sea
an' the on the mountain top
ain't got a on me
I got all the lonesomeness
that the law allows
Man, you don't kno' lonesome is,
'till you get to cows . . .

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

Now, you may wonder
why a sings so sad
he's a thinkin' of the things
in life never had
no pal, no gal for
jus' the kettle as prowl
man, you don't kno' lonesome is,
'till you get to cows . . .

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

Words and Music by Carling and Country Washburne