SWEET BABY JAMES

There is a young cowboy Who 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 And as the moon rises He sits by his fire Thinking about women And glasses of beer Closing his eyes As the doggies retire He sings out song Which is soft but it's clear As if maybe someone could hear Good night you moonlight ladies Rock-a-bye sweet baby James Deep greens and blues Are the colors I choose Won't you let me go down in my dreams And rock-a-bye sweet baby James Now the first of December Was covered with snow And so was the turnpike From Stockbridge to Boston Though the berkshire's 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 A 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 Good night you moonlight ladies Rock-a-bye sweet baby James Deep greens and blues Are the colors I choose Won't you let me go down in my dreams And rock-a-bye sweet baby James