D A G D
There is a young cowboy he lives on the range.
Bm G D A
His horse and his cattle are his only companion.
Bm G D A
He works in the saddle and he sleeps in the canyon.
G D A Em A
Waiting for summer, his pastures to change.
G A D
And as the moon rises he sits by his fire.
Bm G D A
Thinkin' about women and glasses of beer.
G A D
Closing his eyes as the doggies retire
Bm G D E
He sings out a song which is soft but it's clear
A E A
As if maybe someone could hear.
D G A D
CHORUS: Goodnight you moonlight ladies.
Bm G D
Rock-a-bye sweet baby James.
Bm G D D
Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose.
A E A A
Won't you let me go down in my dreams.
G A D
And rock-a-bye sweet baby James.
D A G A
Now the first of December was covered with snow.
Bm G D E
And so was the turnpike from Stockridge to Boston.
Bm G D A
Lord the Berkshires seemed dreamlike on account of that frosting.
G D A Em A
With ten miles behind me and ten thousand more to go.
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 A D
A song that they sing of they're home in the sky.
Bm G D E
Maybe you can believe it if it helps you to sleep.
A E A A
But singing works just fine for me.
D G A D
CHORUS: Goodnight you moonlight ladies.
Bm G D
Rock-a-bye sweet baby James.
Bm G D D
Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose.
A E A A
Won't you let me go down in my dreams.
G A D
And rock-a-bye sweet baby James.
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