Sweet Baby James - James Taylor

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

And as the moon rises

He sits by his fire

Thinking about women

And glasses of beer

And closing 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 moon light 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 Berkshires seemed dreamlike

On account of that frosting

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 the in sky

Maybe you can believe it

If it helps you to sleep

But singing works just fine for me

So goodnight you moon light 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