James Taylor - Sweet baby james

^DThere is a young ^Acowboy who ^Glives on the ^F#mrange. His ^Bmhorse and his ^Gcattle are his ^Donly com-^F#mpanions

He ^Bmworks in the ^Gsaddle and he ^Dsleeps in the ^F#mcanyons, ^Gwaiting for ^Dsummer, his ^Apastures to ^Em7change ^A7

And ^Gas the moon rises he ^A7sits by his ^Dfire, ^Bmthinking about ^Gwomen and ^Dbottles of ^Abeer

And ^Gclosing his eyes as the ^A7doggies re-^Dtire, he ^Bmsings out a ^Gsong which is ^Dsoft but it’s clear

As ^E7susif maybe ^E7someone could ^A7sushear ^A7

^DGoodnight, you ^Gmoonlight ^A7la - ^Ddies, ^Bmrockabye ^GSweet Baby ^DJames ^BmDeep greens and ^Gblues are the ^Dcolors I choose, won’t^E7sus you let m^E7e go down i^A7susn my drea^A7ms

And ^Grockabye ^A7Sweet Baby ^DJames.

Now the ^Dfirst of De-^Acember was ^Gcovered with ^F#msnow, and ^Bmso was the ^GTurnpike from ^DStockbridge to ^F#mBoston.

Lord, the ^BmBerkshires seemed ^Gdream-like on ac-^Dcount of that^F#m frosting With ^Gten miles be-^Dhind me and ^Aten thousand ^Em7more to go ^A7

There�^G?s a song that they sing when ^A7they take to^D the highway, A ^Bmsong that they ^Gsing when they ^Dtake to the ^Asea

A s^Gong that they sing of their ^A7home in the ^Dsky; maybe ^Bmyou can be-^Glieve it if it ^Dhelps you to sleep

But ^E7sussinging works ^E7just fine for ^A7susme ^A7

^DGoodnight, you ^Gmoonlight ^A7la - ^Ddies, ^Bmrockabye ^GSweet Baby ^DJames ^BmDeep greens and ^Gblues are the ^Dcolors I choose, won’t^E7sus you let m^E7e go down i^A7susn my drea^A7ms

And ^Grockabye ^A7Sweet Baby ^DJames.