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 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