Hi
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
Just thinking about women and glasses and beer
And closing his eyes as the dogies retire
He sings out a song which is soft but it's clear
Just as if maybe someone could hear
He says goodnight all you moonlight ladies
Rockabye, sweet baby James
Deep greens and blues for the colors I choose
Won't you let me go down in my dreams?
Yes, I rockabye sweet baby James
Now the first of December was covered with snow
Yes and so was the turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston
Now the Berkshires they seem dreamlike on account of that frosting
With ten miles behind me and ten thousand more to go
You know
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 seemed to work fine for me
So goodnight all you moonlight ladies
Rockabye, sweet baby James
Deep greens and blues for the colors I choose
Won't you let me go down in my dreams?
Oh, and rockabye, oh, sweet baby James
