Time of the Cottonwood Trees

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