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
THINKIN' ABOUT WOMEN
AND GLASSES OF BEER
AND CLOSING HIS EYES
AS THE DOGIES RETIRE
HE SINGS OUT A SONG
WHICH IS SOFT
BUT IT'S CLEAR
AS IF MAYBE
SOMEONE COULD HEAR
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 BYE
SWEET BABY JAMES
NOW THE FIRST
OF DECEMBER
WAS COVERED
WITH SNOW
AND SO WAS
THE TURNPIKE
FROM STOCKBRIDGE
TO BOSTON
LORD THE BERKSHIRES
SEEMED DREAM-LIKE
ON ACCOUNT OF
THAT FROSTIN'
WITH TEN MILES
BEHIND ME
AND TEN THOUSAND
MORE TO GO
OOH WHOA
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
WORKS JUST FINE
FOR ME
SO 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 DREAM
AND ROCK A BYE
SWEET BABY JAMES