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 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