Sweet Baby James
(专辑: Live At The Troubadour - 2010)
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, 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 moon light ladies, rock-a-bye sweet baby James. Deep greens and blues are the
colors I
choose, won't you let me go down in my dreams? And rock-a-bye 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 moon light ladies, rock-a-bye sweet baby James. Deep greens and blues are the
colors I
choose, won't you let me go down in my dreams? And rock-a-bye sweet baby James.