There is a young cowboy
He lives on a 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

Good night, 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