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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 s	addle and he sl	eeps in the c	anyons, 
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Waiting for su	mmer, his p	astures to c	hange.	

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And as the moon rises he sits by his f	ire, 
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Thinking 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 could hear.  	

Chorus: 
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He says goodnight you moonlight  ladies,   	
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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-by sweet baby James. 

				
Well the first of December was covered with snow, 
 				
And so	 was the turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston, 
 				
The Birkshires seemed dream-like on account of that frostin', 
 					
With ten miles behind me and ten thousand more to go	. 

			
There's a song that they sing when they take to the ighway, 
 				
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. 	

Chorus. 
 				
He says goodnight you moonlight 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-by sweet baby James.