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 canyon. Waiting for summer, his pastures to change. And as the moon rises he sits by his fire, thinkin' 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 would 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. Lord, the Berkshires seem dream-like on account of that frostin'? With ten miles behind me and ten thousand more to go -o - o - o 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 singin' works just fine for me ..... (Chorus)