Sweet Baby James                                      Birkshires seemed   dream-like on a- ccount of    
(James Taylor)                                        that   frostin', with   ten miles be- hind me     
                                                      and   ten thousand   more to go.                  
 3/4 time                                                                                               
                                                                                                        
                                                      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      
(starts on 'A')                                       that they   sing of their   home in the           
                                                      sky, maybe   you can be- lieve it, if it          
There   is a young cow- boy, he   lives on            helps you to   sleep, but   singin' works         
the   range.-  His   horse and his                    just fine for   me.             So...             
cattle are his   only com- panions, He                                                                  
works in the   saddle and he   sleeps in the          [chorus]                                          
  canyons,   Waiting for   summer, his                                                                  
pastures to   change.                                                                                   
                                                                                                        
And   as the moon   rises he   sits by his                                                              
fire,   Thinking 'bout   women and   glasses                                                            
of   beer,   closing his   eyes as the                                                                  
dogies ret- ire, he   sings out a   song                                                                
which is   soft but it's   clear, as   if                                                               
maybe   someone could   hear.                                                                           
 He says...                                                                                             
                                                                                                        
[chorus]:                                                                                               
      Goodnight you   moonlight   la                                                                    
    dies   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.                                                                                 
                                                                                                        
Well the   first of De- cember was   covered                                                            
in   snow.      So was the   turnpike from                                                              
  Stockbridge to   Boston, though the