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There is a young cowboy, he lives on the range.
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His horse and his cattle are his only companions.
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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,
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thinkin' about women and glasses of beer.
G A D
And closing his eyes as the doggies retire,
Bm G D
he sings out a song which is soft but it's clear,
Bm E A
as if maybe someone would hear......
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Good night you moonlight ladies, rock-a-bye sweet baby James.
Bm G D
Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose,
Bm E 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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Now the first of December was covered with snow.
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And so was the turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston.
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Lord, the Berkshires seem dream-like on account of that frostin'?
G D A Em A
With ten miles behind me and ten thousand more to go -o - o - o
G A D
There's a song that they sing when they take to the highway,
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a song that they sing when they take to the sea,
G A D
a song that they sing of their home in the sky,
Bm G D
maybe you can believe it if it helps you to sleep.
Bm E A
But singin' works just fine for me .....
(Chorus)