James Taylor

                                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
                                Waiting for Summer, his pastures to change

                                And as the moon rises he sits by his fire
                                Thinking about women and glasses of beer
                                And closing his eyes as the doggies retire
                                He sings out a song which is soft but it's clear
                                As if maybe someone could hear

                                (Chorus)
                                Goodnight you moonlight ladies
                                Rockabye sweet baby James
                                Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose
                                Won't you let me go down in my dreams
                                And rockabye sweet baby James

                                Now the first of December was covered with snow
                                And so was the turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston
                                Lord, the Berkshires seemed dream-like 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
                                But singing works just fine for me

                                - Chorus -
 
 
 

                                Title:                          SWEET BABY JAMES                (James Taylor)
                                                                                                   1970

                                                G F# E A+ A

                                                      D             A      G            F#m
                                                There is a young cowboy he lives on the range.
                                                    Bm            G              D       F#m
                                                His horse and his cattle are his only companion.
                                                    Bm          G             D             F#m
                                                He works in the saddle and he sleeps in the canyon.
                                                G           D           A           Em      A
                                                Waiting for summer, his pastures to change.
                                                    G                    A           D
                                                And as the moon rises he sits by his fire.
                                                Bm             G         D          A
                                                Thinkin' about women and glasses of beer.
                                                G                       A         D
                                                Closing his eyes as the doggies retire
                                                   Bm          G             D
                                                He sings out a song which is soft but it's clear
                                                   Bm       E             A
                                                As if maybe someone could hear.

                                                        D             G         A  D
                                                CHORUS: Goodnight you moonlight ladies.
                                                        Bm         G          D
                                                        Rock-a-bye sweet baby James.
                                                        Bm              G             D
                                                        Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose.
                                                                  Bm        E          A+     A
                                                        Won't you let me go down in my dreams.
                                                            G          A          D
                                                        And rock-a-bye sweet baby James.

                                                        D          A          G            F#m
                                                Now the first of December was covered with snow.
                                                    Bm         G             D             F#m
                                                And so was the turnpike from Stockridge to Boston.
                                                         Bm                G             D              F#m
                                                Lord the Berkshires seemed dreamlike on account of that frosting.
                                                     G           D           A            Em          A
                                                With ten miles behind me and ten thousand more to go.
                                                          G                             A           D
                                                There's a song that they sing when they take to the highway.
                                                  Bm             G              D           A
                                                A song that they sing when they take to the sea.
                                                  G                              A           D
                                                A song that they sing of they're home in the sky.
                                                      Bm        G              D
                                                Maybe you can believe it if it helps you to sleep.
                                                    Bm            E             A+    A
                                                But singing works just fine for me.
 

                                                CHORUS