Cottonwood Tree

[Davey Wales]

It's Sun, Up hold my head up high,
I Want my horse want to be on the fly.
Long shadows from the cottonwood tree,
Black branches reaching out for me.

ridin' in that Texas sun,
ridin' that ol' horse that ol' pal o' mine,

The Old Man's here must surely be the break of day
through cottonwod shines the Sun's golden ray,
A rope on a limb a Jay bird is a-squawkin'
town folk sit around a-talkin'.

ridin' in that Texas sun,
ridin' that ol' horse that ol' pal o' mine,

listen up! here my call, bein' drowneded by my own downfall
the long walk to the gangly tree
Cottonwoods and sycamores, and a oak ,planted jus' fer me.
the smell of grass, a babblin' brook, preacher reading from his book

ridin' in that Texas sun,
ridin' that ol' horse that ol' pal o' mine,


I'm looking up feel the creakin' of my saddle,
Just gatherin' up them white-faced thoughts
Accuser sneakin'' through the brush
hawk soarin' high above the valley in the sky

ridin' in that Texas sun,
ridin' that ol' horse that ol' pal o' mine,

There's a woman staring up at me
with child I know i'll never see,
But my horse is steady as we bide
under Sun and cottonwood we ride

ridin' in that Texas sun,
ridin' that ol' horse that ol' pal o' mine,


ridin' in that Texas sun
ridin' that ol' horse that ol' pal o' mine,

Old cottonwood tree with limbs so old
set me free in a time when I roamed bold
And Sun Up lasted till Sun Down

Just ridin' in that Texas sun
Just ridin' that ol' horse ol' pal o' mine,
Ridin'. Ridin'. Ridin'.