Sweet Baby James - Live At The Troubadour / 2007

There is a young cowboy, and he lives on the range
His horse and his cattle, they're his only companions
He works in the saddle, and he sleeps in the canyons
He's waiting for summer, his pastures to change

Listen as the moon rises, he sits by his fire
Just to thinkin' about women and glasses of beer
Closing his eyes as the doggies retire
He sings out a song which is soft, but it's clear
Just as if maybe someone could hear

He says, "Goodnight all 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?
'Cause I rock-a-bye my sweet baby James"

Now, the first of December it was covered with snow
The signs, oh, was the turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston
Though the Berkshire's 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
Just that singing seen to works 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?
Oh, rock-a-bye, oh, sweet baby James