Sweet Baby James

(C)There is a young (G)cowboy, he (F)lives on the (Emin)range.
His (Amin)horse and his (F)cattle are his (C)only com(Amin)panions.
He (F)works in the saddle and he (C)sleeps in the (Amin)canyon.
(F)Waiting for (C)summer, his (Dmin)pastures to (G)change.
And (F)as the moon rises he (G)sits by his (C)fire,
(Amin)Thinking about (F)women and (C)glasses of (G)beer.
And (F)closing his eyes as the "doogies" (C)retire,
He (F)sings out a song which is (C)soft but it's (Amin)clear
As(Dmin) if maybe someone could (G)hear.

(C)Goodnight you (F)moonlight (G)la(C)dies,
(Amin)Rock-a-bye (F)Sweet Baby (C)James.
(Amin)Deep greens and (F)blues are the (C)colours I choose.
Won't you (Dmin)let me go down in my (G)dreams,
And (F)Rock-a-bye (G)Sweet Baby (C)James.

Now the first of December was covered with snow.
And so was the turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston.
Though the Berkshires seamed 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,
And maybe you can believe it, if it helps you to sleep,
But singing works just fine for me.