There is a young cowboy

"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
And as the moon rises
He sits by his fire
Thinking 'bout women
And glasses of beer
And closing his eyes
As the doggies retire
He sings out a song
Which is soft but is clear
As if maybe
Someone could hear

So good night
You moonlight ladies
Rock-a-bye
Sweet Baby James
Deep greens and blues
Are the colours 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
So was the turnpike
From Stockbridge to Boston
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 in the sky
Maybe you can believe it
If it helps you to sleep
But singing works
Just fine for me

And rock-a-bye
Sweet Baby James

James Taylor

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