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C#TherG#e is a F#young cowboFmy, he lives on the range,
His Bbmhorse and his cF#attleC# are his oFmnly companions,
He BbmworksF# in C#the Fms addle and he sl eeps in the c anyons,
WaiF#tingC# forG# su Ebm mmerG#, his p astures to c hange.
AndF# as G#the C#moon rises he sits by his f ire,
ThiBbmnkingF# aboC#ut wG#omen and glasses of beer,
AndF# cloG#singC# his eyes as the doggies retire,
He BbmsingsF# outC# a song which iG#s soft but it's clear,
As Ebif maybeG# someone could hear.
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He C#says goodnF#ight G#you mC#oonlight ladies,
BbmRock-a-bye F#sweet babyC# James,
BbmDeep greens aF#nd blues C#are the colors I choose,
Won't Ebyou let me go downG# in my dreams ,
And F#rock-a-by G#sweetC# baby James.
Well the first of December was covered with snow,
And so was the turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston,
The Birkshires seemed dream-like on account of that frostin',
With ten miles behind me and ten thousand more to go .
There's a song that they sing when they take to the ighway,
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.
Chorus.
He says goodnight you moonlight ladies,
Rock-a-bye sweet baby James,
Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose,
Won't you let me go down in my dreams ,
And rock-a-by sweet baby James.