Lyrics Sweet Baby James - Angela
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,
thinking
about
women
and
glasses
of
beer.
And
closing
his
eyes
as
the
doggies
retire,
he
sings
out
a
song
which
is
soft
but
it's
clear
As
if
maybe
someone
could
hear...
Goodnight
you
moon
light
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.
Though
the
Berkshires
seemed
dreamlike
on
account
of
that
frosting,
With
ten
miles
behind
me
and
ten
thousand
more
to
go.
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
moon
light
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.
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