Sweet Baby James
James Taylor
G D/F# Em Asus4 A
There Dis a young cowAboy he Glives on the F#mrange.
His Hmhorse and his Gcattle are his Donly comF#mpanions.
He Hmworks in the Gsaddle and he Dsleeps in the F#mcanyon.
GWaiting for Dsummer, his Apastures to Em7change.A
And Gas the moon rises he Asits by his Dfire.
HmThinkin' about Gwomen and Dglasses of Abeer.
GClosing his eyes as the Adogies retDire
He Hmsings out a Gsong which is Dsoft but it's clear
As Esus4if maybe E7someone could Asus4hear.A7
DGoodnight you GmoonlG/F#ight AladDies.
HmRock-a-bye Gsweet baby DJames.Dsus2D
HmDeep greens and Gblues are the Dcolors I choose.
Won't you Esus4let me go E7down in my Asus4dreams.A
And Grock-a-G/F#bye Asweet baby DJamesDsus2.D
Now the Dfirst of ADecember was Gcovered with F#msnow.
And Hmso was the Gturnpike from DStockbridge to F#mBoston.
Lord, the HmBerkshires seemed Gdreamlike on Daccount of that F#mfrosting.
With Gten miles behDind me and Aten thousand Em7more to go.A
There's a Gsong that they sing when they Atake to the Dhighway.
A Hmsong that they Gsing when they Dtake to the Asea.
A Gsong that they sing of their Ahome in the Dsky.
Maybe Hmyou can Gbelieve it if it Dhelps you to sleep.
But Esus4singing works E7just fine for Asus4me.A
DGoodnight you GmoonG/F#light AladDies.
HmRock-a-bye Gsweet baby DJames.Dsus2D
HmDeep greens and Gblues are the Dcolors I choose.
Won't you Esus4let me go E7down in my Asus4dreams.A
And Grock-aG/F#-bye Asweet baby DJamesDsus2.D