Sweet Baby James - Live At The Colonial Theatre / 2007

It had to be a cowboy lullaby, you know, uh
Go to sleep, you little buckaroo
Lights out in the bunkhouse, like that

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
Just waiting for summer, his pastures to change

Yes and as the moon rises he sits by his fire
Just thinking 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 light ladies
Rock-a-bye sweet baby James
Deep greens and blues for the colors I choose
Won't you let me go down in my dreams?"
Oh and rock-a-bye sweet baby James

Now the first of December was covered with snow
Yes and so was the turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston
Oh, the Berkshires seemed dreamlike on account of that frosting
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 seemed to work fine for me

So goodnight all you moonlight ladies
Rock-a-bye my sweet baby James
Deep greens and blues for the colors I choose
Won't you let me go down in my dreams?
Oh rock-a-bye sweet baby James