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

That's a fact, that's a fact

It was the time of the cottonwood trees

I don't know if it was all just a dream

She drove that blue pickup truck

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

Kinda like the way she loved me

In the time of the cottonwood trees

It was 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 still smell that sage on the breeze

I drove her blue pickup truck

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

Kinda like the way she loved me

In the time of the cottonwood trees

In the time of the cottonwood trees

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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, but it really wasn't much

Kinda like the way she loved me

In the time of the cottonwood trees

It was the time of the cottonwood trees