This is how I feel right now

[shadowtara]

There is a young cowboy who lives on the range, his horse and his cattle are his only companions
he works in the saddle and he sleeps in the canion, waiting for summer his pastures to change, and as the moon rises he sits by his fire
thinking about women and glasses of beer, closing his eyes as the dogies retire, he sings out a song that is soft but it's clear
as if maybe someone could hear

So 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, so was the turnpike from stockridge to boston, though the birches 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

So 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