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There Is A Young Cowboy Who Lives On The Range,
His Horse And His Cattle Are His Only Companions,
He Works In The Saddle And He Sleeps In The Canyons,
Waiting For Summer His Pastures To Change
And As The Moon Rises He Sits By His Fire,
Thinkin’ About Women And Glasses Of Beer,
Closin’ His Eyes As The Doggies Retire,
He Sings Out A Song Which Is Soft But Its Clear,
As If Maybe Someone Could Hear
Chorus:
Goodnight You Moonlight Ladies,
Rock-A-Bye Sweet Baby James,
Deep Greens And Blues Are The Colors I Choose,
Won’t You Let Me Go Down In My Dreams,
And Rock-A-Bye Sweet Baby James
Now The First Of December Was Covered With Snow,
So Was The Turnpike From Stockbridge To Boston,
Though the Berkshires Seemed Dreamlike On Account Of That Frosting,
With Ten Miles Behind Me And Ten Thousand More To Go
There’s A Song That They Sing When They Take To The Highway,
A Song That They Sing When They Take To The Sea,
A Song That They Sing Of Their Home In The Sky,
Maybe You Can Believe If It Helps You Sleep,
Singing Works Just Fine For Me
Repeat Chorus