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There is a young cowDboy he lives oAn the rGange. D Bm G D A His horse and his cattle are his only companion. Bm G D A He works in the saddle and he sleeps in the canyon. G D A Em A Waiting for summer, his pastures to change. G A D And as the moon rises he sits by his fire. Bm G D A Thinkin' about women and glasses of beer. G A D Closing his eyes as the doggies retire Bm G D E He sings out a song which is soft but it's clear A E A As if maybe someone could hear.
D G A D CHORUS: Goodnight you moonlight ladies. Bm G D Rock-a-bye sweet baby James. Bm G D D Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose. A E A A Won't you let me go down in my dreams. G A D And rock-a-bye sweet baby James.
Now the Dfirst of DeAcember was Gcovered with Asnow. And Bmso was the Gturnpike from DStockridge to EBoston. Lord the BmBerkshires seemed Gdreamlike on aDccount of that Afrosting. G D A Em A With ten miles behind me and ten thousand more to go. 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 they're Ahome in the Dsky. Maybe Bmyou can beGlieve it if it Dhelps you to Esleep. But Asinging works just Efine for Ame. A
D G A D CHORUS: Goodnight you moonlight ladies. Bm G D Rock-a-bye sweet baby James. Bm G D D Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose. A E A A Won't you let me go down in my dreams. G A D And rock-a-bye sweet baby James.