Sweet Baby James [D] - James Taylor There [D]is a young cowboy, he [G]lives on the [F#m]range, His [Bm]horse and his [G]cattle are his [D]only com[F#m]panions, He w[Bm]orks in the [G]saddle and he [D]sleeps in the [F#m]canyons, [G]Waiting for [D]summer, his [A]pastures to [Em7]change.[A7] And [G]as the moon rises [A7sus4]he sits by his [D]fire, [Bm]Thinking about [G]women and [D]glasses of [A]beer, And [G]closing his eyes as the [A7sus4]doggies re[D]tire, He [Bm]sings out a [G]song which is [D]soft but it's clear, [E7sus4]As if maybe [E7]someone could [Asus2] hear. [A] Chorus: |He says [D]goodnight you [G]moonlight [A7sus4]ladies,[D] |[Bm]Rock-a-bye [G]sweet baby [D]James, |[Bm]Deep greens and [G]blues are the [D]colors I choose, |Won't you [E7sus4]let me go down in my [Asus2]dreams, |And [G]rock-a-by [A7sus4]sweet baby [D]James. Well the [D]first of De[G]cember was covered with [F#m]snow, And [Bm]so was the [G]turnpike from [D]Stockbridge to [F#m]Boston, The [Bm]Birkshires seemed [G]dream-like on a[D]ccount of that [F#m]frostin', With [G]ten miles be[D]hind me and [A]ten thousand [Em7]more to go[A7]. There's a [G]song that they [A7sus4]sing when they take to the [D]highway, [Bm]A song that they [G]sing when they [D]take to the [A]sea, A [G]song that they sing of their [A7sus4]home in the [D]sky, Maybe [Bm]you can be[G]lieve it, if it [D]helps you to sleep, But [E7sus4]singing works [E7]just fine for [Asus2]me. [A]