There D is a young cowb A oy, he l G ives on the r F#m ange,
His h Bm orse and his c G attle are his o D nly comp F#m anions,
He w Bm orks in the s G addle and he sl D eeps in the c F#m anyons,
W G aiting for su D mmer, his p A astures to c Em7 hange. A7
And G as the moon rises he A7 sits by his f D ire,
Th Bm inking about wo G men and gl D asses of b A eer,
And cl G osing his eyes as the A7 doggies ret D ire,
He s Bm ings out a s G ong which is s D oft but it's clear,
As E7sus if maybe s E7 omeone could Asus hear. A7
Chorus:
He says g D oodnight you m G oonlight A7 ladies, D
R Bm ock-a-bye sw G eet baby Ja D mes,
D Bm eep greens and bl G ues are the co D lors I choose,
Won't you E7 let me go down in my d Asus reams A7 ,
And r G ock-a-by A sweet baby J D ames.
Well D the first of Decem A ber was G covered with s F#m now,
And so Bm was the G turnpike from Stock D bridge to Bos F#m ton,
The Bir Bm kshires seemed G dream-like on D account of that fro F#m stin',
With ten G miles behind D me and ten A thousand Em7 more to go A7 .
There's a G song that they sing when they A7 take to the D highway,
A Bm song that they G sing when they D take to the A sea,
A G song that they sing of their A7 home in the D sky,
Maybe Bm you can be G lieve it, if it D helps you to sleep,
But E7sus singing works E7 just fine for Asus me. A7
Chorus.
He says g D oodnight you m G oonlight A7 ladies, D
R Bm ock-a-bye sw G eet baby Ja D mes,
D Bm eep greens and bl G ues are the co D lors I choose,
Won't you E7 let me go down in my d Asus reams A7 ,
And r G ock-a-by A7 sweet baby J D ames.
James Taylor
