Cottonwood tree    (video)

 

    A - D

 

       D                                    A

1. I rode into Tucson three hours ago,

                  A7                                   D

    for supplies and a short friendly game

          D                            A

    of poker while Smitty put some new shoes

         A7                                   D

    on old Dan before he goes lame.

        D                              A

2. I sat in a game at the Miner's Saloon,

      A7                                  D

    soon I had doubled my stake,

            D                                               A

    the cards run like they'd been dealt by Lady Luck,

       A7                                  D

    they were just sealin' my fate.

          G                                           D

    A young cowboy lost more than he could afford,

                 G                                      D

    and accused me of dealin' too smart.

              G                                     D

    His draw was too slow and he fell to the floor

                 A                                   D

    with three bullets close to the heart.

 

          G                                   Fm#                  A                              D

Oh, cottonwood tree are you waiting for me, waiting to take me away,

  G                                       D

I've done no wrong but the town cannot see,

        A               A7             D

and so with my life I must pay.

 

           D                                          A

3. A crowd started gatherin', the sheriff came in,

        A7                             D

    I handed him over my gun,

              D                                       A

    was then when I found out the boy I had killed

                  A7                                      D

    was the town's biggest man's only son.

         D                                A

4. I tried to explain I had shot in defense,

         A7                                    D

    it was the young cowboy or me,

             D                                      A

    the crowd wouldn't listen, so they drug me out

              A7                                   D

    to the limb of this cottonwood tree.

          D                                  A

5. Majestically standing out here all alone

             A7                                 D

    it's spring and the valley is green,

          D                                A

    but I can't admire a place I don't belong,

         A7                               D

    to me it's all like a bad dream.

           G                                          D

    But old Dan's beneath me with new shows and all,

            G                                              D

    as they place the noose round my neck.

       G                                  D

    Cowboys I've never laid eyes on before

           A                                 D

    are tyin' my hands to my back.

 

          G                                   Fm#                  A                              D

Oh, cottonwood tree are you waiting for me, waiting to take me away,

  G                                       D

I've done no wrong but the town cannot see,

        A               A7             D

and so with my life I must pay.

 

               D                                 A

6. I see hate in the eyes of the town's biggest man,

          A7                                       D

    as he pulls a branch from the tree

            D                                  A

    to whip the backside of my old pony Dan,

           A7                                 D

    so he'll run out from under me.

         D                                 A

7. Insane he won't listen to my last appeal,

         A7                                   D

    a wild grin has covered his face,

        D                                 A

    as I tried to reason just how he would feel,

       A7                                   D

    if he were up here in my place.

                    D                              A

8. There's many a mountain trail I'll never ride,

        A7                              D

    green valleys I'll never see,

          D                                       A

    a young cowboy died and a man's foolish pride

                  A7                                 D

    brought me to this cottonwood tree.

           G                                      D

    My face is turned upward and I cannot breathe,

             G                                   D

    the sky's growing dark overhead,

              G                                    D

    the knot's pulling tight as my body sweeps free,

        A                                         D

    a few moments more I'll be dead.

 

          G                                   Fm#                  A                              D

Oh, cottonwood tree are you waiting for me, waiting to take me away,

  G                                       D

I've done no wrong but the town cannot see,

        A               A7             D

and so with my life I must pay.

 

    (Marty Robbins)