Sweet Baby James

There is a young cowboy, he lives on the range
 His horse and his cattle are his only companions
 He works in the saddle and he sleeps in the canyons
 Waiting for summer, his pastures to change
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 And as the moon rises, he sits by his fire
 Thinkin' about women and glasses of beer
 Reclosing his eyes as the doggies retire
 He sings out a song which is soft, but it's clear
 As if maybe someone could hear
 
 Goodnight, you moonlight ladies
 Rockabye, sweet baby James
 Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose
 Won't you let me go down in my dreams?
 And rockabye, sweet baby James
 Now, the first of December was covered with snow
 So was the turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston
 Though the Berkshires seemed dreamlike on account of that frostin'
 With ten miles behind me and ten thousand more to go
 There's a song that they sing when they take to the highway
 A song that they sing when they take to the sea
 Song that they sing of their home in the sky
 Maybe you can believe it if it helps you to sleep
 But singing works just fine for me
 So goodnight, you moonlight ladies
 Rockabye, sweet baby James
 Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose
 Won't you let me go down in my dreams?
 And rockabye, sweet baby James