It was the time of the cottonwood trees

The time of the cottonwood trees

I met her at the Pale Horse Saloon

Yes I did, yes I did

Her pretty hair was brown, her eyes were too

Yes they were, yes they were

It was the time of the cottonwood trees

I don′t know if it was all a dream

She drove a blue pickup truck

Boy, she loved it though it really wasn't much

Kinda like the way she loved mе

In the time of the cottonwood trees

Thе time of the cottonwood trees

She followed me up the Rio Grande

Yes she did, yes she did

She said she liked the way I crossed the land

That′s a fact, that's a fact

It was the time of the cottonwood trees

I could smell that sage on the breeze

I drove her blue pickup truck

Boy, she loved it though it really wasn't much

Kinda like the way she loved me

In the time of the cottonwood trees

The time of the cottonwood trees

It was the time of the cottonwood trees

It′s hard to figure what life really means

I can still see a blue pickup truck

Boy, she loved it though it really wasn′t much

Kinda like the way she loved me

In the time of the cottonwood trees

The time of the cottonwood trees

The time of the cottonwood trees