{title:Sweet Baby James}
{subtitle:James Taylor}
{ipodid: 946207036374256420}
{time:3/4}

[*Intro:][F][Em][G7sus][G7]

{c:Verse:}
There is [C]a young cow-[G]boy who [F]lives on the [Em]ran[Em]ge. His [Am]horse and his [F]cattle are his [C]only com-[Em]panions
He [Am]works in the [F]saddle and he [C]sleeps in the [Em]canyons, [F]waiting for [C]summer, his [G]pastures to [Dm7]chang[Dm7]e [G7][G7]
An[F]d as the moon rises he [G7]sits by his fi[C]re, [Am]thinking about [F]women and b[C]ottles of [G]beer
And [F] closing his eyes as the [G7]doggies re-[C]tire, he [Am]sings out a [F]song which is [C]soft but it's clear
As [D7sus]if maybe so[D7]meone could [G7sus]hear[G7sus][G7][G7]

{c:Chorus:}
{soc}
[C]Goodnight, you [F]moonlight [G7]la[C]dies, [Am]rockabye [F]Sweet Baby Ja[C]mes[C]
[Am]Deep greens and [F]blues are the [C]colors I choose, won't you [D7sus]let me go [D7]down in my [G7sus]dreams [G7]
And [F]rockabye [G7]Sweet Baby [C]James.
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{c:Verse:}
Now the [C]first of De[G]cember was c[F]overed with [Em]snow, and [Am]so was the Tu[F]rnpike from S[C]tockbridge to [Em]Boston.
Lord, the B[Am]erkshires seemed [F]dream-like on ac-c[C]ount of that [Em]frosting
With [F]ten miles be-h[C]ind me and [G]ten thousand [Dm7]more to go[G7]
There's a [F]song that they sing when they [G7]take to the h[C]ighway,
A [Am]song that they [F]sing when they [C]take to the [G7]sea
A [F]song that they sing of their [G7]home in the [C]sky; maybe [Am]you can be-[F]lieve it if it [C]helps you to sleep
But [D7sus]singing works [D7]just fine for [G7sus]me[G7sus][G7][G7].

{c:Chorus:}
{soc}
[C]Goodnight, you [F]moonlight [G7]la[C]dies, [Am]rockabye [F]Sweet Baby Ja[C]mes[C]
[Am]Deep greens and [F]blues are the [C]colors I choose, won't you [D7sus]let me go [D7]down in my [G7sus]dreams [G7]
And [F]rockabye [G7]Sweet Baby [C]James.
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{define: D7sus 0 2 2 3 3}
{define: D7 0 2 2 2 3}