Willi Carlisle - The Cottonwood Tree Lyrics

      

The Cottonwood Tree
by Willi Carlisle

Verse 1
I'm a mud-bottle boy with grass on my jeans
The hayfields make homilies daffodils sing
Theres a place where i go, a secret I keep
Where nobody lives but everyone's free

 Tell me who is it listening, who is it hears?
The tall grass is rustling between my ears
There's a place that I go that rent is still cheap
Six feet under the cottonwood tree

Verse 2
A frog in my pocket and the taste of a cloud
I'd love you forever if I only knew how
Hard sayin' not knowin' how to cry without eyes
How to sing with no lips, how to livе when you die

 Therеs a place up in Heaven for people like us
I don't want to go there, there's no one I trust
But I'm glad that you like and I'm glad I'm a fool
I'm happy to die and still try to trust you