Sweet Baby James
There is a young cowboy,
- 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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✨💖💖💓 Nice use of effects. really really cool.