Time of the Cottonwood Trees Songtext
von Vincent Neil Emerson

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

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