Sweet Baby James

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    There is a young cowboy, he lives on the range.  
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    His horse and his cattle are his only companions.  
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    He works in the saddle and he sleeps in the canyon.  
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    Waiting for summer, his pastures to change.  
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    And as the moon rises he sits by his fire,  
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    thinkin' about women and glasses of beer.  
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    And closing his eyes as the doggies retire,  
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    he sings out a song which is soft but it's clear,  
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    as if maybe someone would hear......  

      
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    Good night you moonlight ladies, rock-a-bye sweet baby James.  
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    Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose,  
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    won't you let me go down in my dreams.  
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    And rock-a-bye sweet baby James.  

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    Now the first of December was covered with snow.  
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    And so was the turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston.  
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    Lord, the Berkshires seem dream-like on account of that frostin'?  
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    With ten miles behind me and ten thousand more to go -o - o - o  
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    There's a song that they sing when they take to the highway,  
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    a song that they sing when they take to the sea,  
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    a song that they sing of their home in the sky,  
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    maybe you can believe it if it helps you to sleep.  
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    But singin' works just fine for me .....  

    (Chorus)