Sweet Baby James - James Taylor sur Guitariff.netFrom uunet!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!cis.ohio-state.edu!rutgers!cbmvax!macon Thu Jul 23 11:27:40 PDT 1992 Article: 1002 of alt.guitar.tab Path: nevada.edu!uunet!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!cis.ohio-state.edu!rutgers!cbmvax!macon Newsgroups: alt.guitar.tab Keywords: (James Taylor) Message-ID: email@example.com> Sender: firstname.lastname@example.org Reply-To: email@example.com (Glen Macon) Organization: COMMODORE West Cester PA Lines: 74 087 Title: SWEET BABY JAMES (James Taylor) 1970 G F# E A+ A D A G F#m There is a young cowboy he lives on the range. Bm G D F#m His horse and his cattle are his only companion. Bm G D F#m 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. Bm G D A Thinkin' about women and glasses of beer. G A D 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 could hear. D G A D CHORUS: Goodnight you moonlight ladies. Bm G D Rock-a-bye sweet baby James. Bm G D Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose. Bm E A+ A Won't you let me go down in my dreams. G A D And rock-a-bye sweet baby James. D A G F#m Now the first of December was covered with snow. Bm G D F#m And so was the turnpike from Stockridge to Boston. Bm G D F#m Lord the Berkshires seemed dreamlike on account of that frosting. G D A Em A With ten miles behind me and ten thousand more to go. G A D There's a song that they sing when they take to the highway. Bm G D A A song that they sing when they take to the sea. G A D A song that they sing of they're home in the sky. Bm G D Maybe you can believe it if it helps you to sleep. Bm E A+ A But singing works just fine for me. CHORUS \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_\_\_ \_ \_ Glen Macon \_ \_\_ \_\_ any-net: firstname.lastname@example.org \_ \_ \_\_ \_ Standard disclaimer... \_ \_\_\_ \_ \_ \_ Commodore doesn't endorse what I say, I do \_ \_ \_ \_ Who wants to know... \_ \_ \_ \_ \_\_\_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in the rain.