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James Taylor 'Sweet Baby James'

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The artwork was digitally drawn directly on the screen of a Wacom Cintiq. All the images were created within Adobe CS5 Flash on a Macintosh platform. The images were layered, animated and edited within the program. Use of the "pan and scan" technique gives the point of view of zooming in and out, and from side to side. Careful timing in editing to the beat of James Taylor's "Sweet Baby James" makes the song come alive.
"Sweet Baby James" by James Taylor
There is a young cJames Taylor "Sweet Baby James"
James Taylor "Sweet Baby James" 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
Goodnight, you moonlight ladies
Rock-a-bye sweet baby James
Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose
Wont you let me go down in my dreams
And rock-a-bye sweet baby James
Now the first of December was covered with snow
And so was the turnpike from Stock-bridge 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
So goodnight, you moonlight ladies
Rock-a-bye sweet baby James
Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose
Wont you let me go down in my dreams
And rock-a-bye sweet baby James
"Sweet Baby James" by James Taylor
There is a young cJames Taylor "Sweet Baby James"
James Taylor "Sweet Baby James" 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
Goodnight, you moonlight ladies
Rock-a-bye sweet baby James
Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose
Wont you let me go down in my dreams
And rock-a-bye sweet baby James
Now the first of December was covered with snow
And so was the turnpike from Stock-bridge 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
So goodnight, you moonlight ladies
Rock-a-bye sweet baby James
Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose
Wont you let me go down in my dreams
And rock-a-bye sweet baby James