By: James Taylor 1969
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| D | A | G | F#m | F#m |
There | is a young cow | boy he | lives on the | range | |
| Bm | G | D | F#m | F#m |
His | horse and his | cattle are his | only com | panions | |
| F#m | G | D | F#m |
He | works in the | saddle and he | sleeps in the | canyon |
| G | D | A | Em | A | A |
| Waiting for | summer, his | pastures to | change | | |
| G | G | A | D |
And | as the moon | rises he | sits by his | fire |
| Bm | G | D | A |
| Thinking about | women and | glasses of | beer |
| G | G | A | D |
| Closing his | eyes as the | doggies re | tire |
| Bm | G | D | D |
He | sings out a | song which is | soft but it's | clear |
| Bm | E | A | A A A |
As | if maybe | someone could | hear | |
| D | G | A | D |
| Goodnight you | moonlight | la | dies |
| Bm | G | D | D |
| Rock-a-bye | sweet baby | James | |
| Bm | G | D | D |
| Deep greens and | blues are the | colours I | choose |
| Bm | E | A+ | A |
Won't you | let me go | down in my | dreams | |
| G | A | D | D |
And | rock-a-bye | sweet baby | James | |
| D | A | G | F#m | F#m |
Now the | first of De | cember was | covered with | snow | |
| Bm | G | D | F#m | F#m |
And | so was the | turnpike from | Stockridge to | Boston | |
| Bm | G | D | F#m |
Lord the | Berkshires seemed | dreamlike on | account of that | frosting |
| G | D | A | Em | A A |
With | ten miles be | hind me and | ten thousand | more to go | |
| G | G | A | D |
There's a | song that they | sing when they | take to the | highway |
| Bm | G | D | A |
A | song that they | sing when they | take to the | sea |
| G | G | A | D |
A | song that they | sing of their | home in the | sky |
| Bm | G | D | D |
Maybe | you can be | lieve it if it | helps you to | sleep |
| Bm | E | A+ | A A A |
But | singing works | just fine for | me | |
Created 2009 Sept 15 13:36
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