| Song | Sweet Baby James - Live at the Colonial Theatre |
| Artist | James Taylor |
| Album | One Man Band |
| 作词 : 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 | |
| (chorus) | |
| 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 - |
| zuò cí : 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 | |
| chorus | |
| 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 dreamlike 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 |