came home my brother alex and his wife had had a kid. in a moment of relaxed judgment they had named the kid after me. little dave james. i wanted to write him a song. i was trying to figure out i drove to north carolina thinking about it. kind of song would be good for a little var min like james. a cowboy lullaby. sons of pioneers kinds of lights out in the bunk house kinds of thing. go to sleep you little buck a roo. yee haw. there s a young cowboy lives