D A G F#m There is a young cowboy who lives on the range. Bm G D F#m His horse and his caddle are his only companions Bm G D F#m He works in the saddle and he sleeps in the canyons G D Em Asus4 A7 Waiting for summer his pasturs to change G A D And as the moon rises he sits by his fire Bm G D A Thinking about a women and glasses of beer. G A D and closing his eyes as the doges retire G D He sings out a song which is soft but its clear Em Asus4 A A7 as if mayby someone could hear D G A D G D Good night you moon light ladies. Rockaby sweet baby James G D Deap greens and blues are the collors I chose Em Asus4 A7 Won’t you let me go down in my dreams G A D And rockaby sweet baby James
Now the first of December was coverd with snow & so was the turnpike from stockbridge to Boston Though the berches seemed dream like on a count of the frostin with ten miles be hind me & 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 mayby you can believe it if it helps you to sleep but singing works just fine for me
