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There is a youngD cowboy, he lives Aon the range. G F#m
His hBmorse and his cattle aGre his only companiDons. F#m
He woBmrks in the saddle aGnd he sleeps in the caDnyon. F#m
GWaiting for summer, Dhis pastures to cAhange. Em A
And as tGhe moon rises he sits by his fiAre, D
Bmthinkin' about women Gand glasses of beDer. A
And cloGsing his eyes as the doggies retire,A D
he Bmsings out a song Gwhich is soft but itD's clear,
as iBmf maybe someoneE would hear...... A
GoDod night you moonlight lGadies, rock-a-Abye DsweetBm baby James. G D
DBmeep greens and blues areG the colors I choose,D
won't you let meBm go down in myE dreams. A
And rockG-a-bye sweet baby JAames. D
Now the first Dof December was Acovered with snow. G F#m
And so wBmas the turnpike Gfrom Stockbridge toD Boston. F#m
Lord, the BerksBmhires seem dream-like on acGcount of that frostin'?D F#m
With ten Gmiles behind me and Dten thousand moreA to go -o - o - o Em A
There's a song tGhat they sing when they take to the highway, A D
a Bmsong that they sing wGhen they take to the sea,D A
a Gsong that they sing of their home in the sky,A D
maybe you canBm believe it if Git helps you tDo sleep.
But sinBmgin' works just fiEne for me ..... A
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