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

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 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

 - Chorus