Well 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

Just 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

 

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

 

Though the berkshires seemed dreamlike

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

 

So 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