Sweet Baby James

There is a young cowboy

He lives on a 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

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 berkshire seemed dream

Like on account of that frosten

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 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