SWEET BABY JAMES James Taylor
There[D] is a young co[A]wboy who li[G]ves on a r[F#m]ange.
His h[Bm]orse and his [G]cattle are his o[D]nly comp[F#m]annions.
He w[Bm]orks in the [G]saddle and he [D]sleeps in the c[F#m]anyon.
[G]Waiting for [D]summer, his [A]pastures to ch[Em7]ange. A
And [G]as the moon rises he [A7s4]sits by his f[D]ire.
[Bm]Thinking about [G]women and g[D]lasses of [A]beer.
[G]Closing his eyes as the [A7s4]doggies retire[D]
He s[Bm]ings out a s[G]ong wich is s[D]oft but it's clear
As [Esus]if maybe [E7]someone could [A7s4]hear.[A]
CHORUS: [D]Goodnight you [G]moonlight [A]lad[D]ies.
[Bm]Rock-a-bye [G]sweet baby [D]james.
[Bm]Deep greens and [G]blues are the [D]colors i choose[A]
Wont you[E7su4] let me go [E7]down in my [A7s4]dreams. A
And [G]rock-a-bye [A]sweet baby [D]james.
Now the [D]first of De[A]cember was [G]covered with [F#m]snow.
And [Bm]so was the [G]turnpike from [D]Stockbridge to[F#m] Boston.
Lord the [Bm]Berkshires seemed [G]dreamlike on [D]account of that [F#m]frosting.
With [G]ten miles [D]behind me, and te[A]nthousand m[Em7]ore to go.[A]
Theres a s[G]ong that they sing when they[A7s4] take to the [D]highway.
A s[Bm]ong that they [G]sing when they [D]take to the sea.[A]
a [G]song that they sing of their [A7s4]home in the sky[D]
Maybe [Bm]you can be[G]live it if it [D]helps you to sleep
The s[E7sus4]inging works j[E7]ust f[A7s4] fine for me.[A]