James Taylor - Sweet baby james

There ^Dis a young cow^Aboy he ^Glives on the ^F#mrange. His ^Bmhorse and his ^Gcattle are his ^Donly com^F#mpanions. He ^Bmworks in the ^Gsaddle and he ^Dsleeps in the ^F#mcanyon. ^GWaiting for ^Dsummer, his ^Apastures to ^Emchange. ^A And ^Gas the moon rises he ^Asits by his ^Dfire. ^BmThinkin' about ^Gwomen and ^Dglasses of ^Abeer. ^GClosing his eyes as the ^Adogies ret^Dire He ^Bmsings out a ^Gsong which is ^Dsoft but it's clear As ^Bmif maybe ^Esomeone could ^Ahear.

^DGoodnight you ^Gmoonlight ^Alad^Dies. ^BmRock-a-bye ^Gsweet baby ^DJames. ^BmDeep greens and ^Gblues are the ^Dcolors I choose. Won't you ^Bmlet me go ^Edown in my ^Asus4dreams. ^A And ^Grock-a-bye ^Asweet baby ^DJames.

Now the ^Dfirst of De^Acember was ^Gcovered with ^F#msnow. And ^Bmso was the ^Gturnpike from ^DStockbridge to ^F#mBoston. Lord, the ^BmBerkshires seemed ^Gdreamlike on a^Dccount of that ^F#mfrosting. With t^Gen miles beh^Dind me and t^Aen thousand m^Emore to go. ^A There's a ^Gsong that they sing when they ^Atake to the ^Dhighway. A ^Bmsong that they ^Gsing when they ^Dtake to the ^Asea. A ^Gsong that they sing of their ^Ahome in the ^Dsky. Maybe ^Bmyou can be^Glieve it if it ^Dhelps you to sleep. But ^Bmsinging works ^Ejust fine for ^Asus4me. ^A

^DGoodnight you ^Gmoonlight ^Alad^Dies. ^BmRock-a-bye ^Gsweet baby ^DJames. ^BmDeep greens and ^Gblues are the ^Dcolors I choose. Won't you ^Bmlet me go ^Edown in my ^Asus4dreams. ^A And ^Grock-a-bye ^Asweet baby ^DJames^Dsus2. ^D