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Devil Cat
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Utwór Devil Cat został wydany 1 stycznia 1965 przez Legacy Recordings jako część albumu Lorne Greene's American West
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Data wydania1 stycznia 1965
WytwórniaLegacy Recordings
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM131

Teledysk

Teledysk

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lorne Greene
Lorne Greene
Performer
Joe Reisman
Joe Reisman
Conductor
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frank Miller
Frank Miller
Composer
Joe Reisman
Joe Reisman
Arranger

Tekst Utworu

When the wind whistles high in the lonesome pine and the sun is setting red and low
Way up on the ridge rides a lone cowhand been-a riding since a long time ago
For he threw his loop on a mountain cat when he found it was stalkin' the herd
They both headed out for the high-ground there's never been another word
Well the soul of Satan was in that cat, just a spitting ball of fire
That cowboy was tough as a brahman bull
He figured he'd earn his hire
He's been riding that mountaintop through the sun, rain, and hail
When they tried to track him they had no luck, they never found his trail
When the wind whistles high in the lonesome pine and the sun is setting red and low
Way up on the ridge rides a lone cowhand been-a riding since a long time ago
Now that cowboy, he sure was no saintly cuss
He knew the worst of old Satan's ways
There'd never be a round-up in the sky at the end of his earthbound days
Sure his loop was tied to the devil's hide
But his chances were getting mighty slim
'Cause the one thing that cowpoke did not know
Was that devil cat was sent to get him
When the wind whistles high in the lonesome pine and the sun is setting red and low
Way up on the ridge rides a lone cowhand been-a riding since a long time ago
And now when the shadows begin to fall
On the ridge you'll see them roar by
And straining the rope from that saddle horn
Is a cat with bloodshot eye
But unless that cat gives up the ghost
Forever that cowboy will ride
And only when Gabriel blows his horn
Will that devil cat will be dogged and tied
When the wind whistles high in the lonesome pine and the sun is setting red and low
Way up on the ridge rides a lone cowhand been-a riding since a long time ago
Been-a riding since a long time ago
Written by: Frank Miller
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