Sweet Baby James - James Taylor
    There is a young cowboy he 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
    Thinking about women and glasses of beer
    And closing his eyes as the doggies retire
    He sings out a song which is soft but it's clear
    As if maybe someone could hear

    Goodnight you moonlight ladies
    Rockabye sweet baby James
    Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose
    Won't you let me go down in my dreams
    And rockabye sweet baby James

    Now the first of December was covered with snow
    And so was the turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston
    Lord, the Berkshires seemed dream-like 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 it if it helps you to sleep
    But singing works just fine for me

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    Marco Giunco
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