Cottonwood Tree

Back in the day, when I was young
There was a song that my daddy sung
Wrap itself around you like the sweetest breeze
Curling in through the lilac trees

Oh yeah, he's long gone
But that song of his keeps rolling on

We had us a hammock in a cottonwood tree
Evenings we'd be there, him and me
When you're a kid, you don't know
How lucky you are
Just to have your dad and an old guitar

Oh yeah, he's long gone
But that song of his keeps rolling on

Then the war took him. I lost my way
I had that guitar, but I could not play
I tell you back then I wouldn't give ten cents
For this old farm-house and its picket fence

Don't ask me, son. Don't ask me how
I didn't know then what I do know now
I wish my dad was here to see
That brand new hammock
In the cottonwood tree

I've known those hands, that easy smile
The wood's all stacked. Let's set awhile
Come on, son, there's a patch of shade
I'll play you the song that your grandpa played

Oh yeah, he's long gone
But that song of his keeps rolling on

Oh yeah, he's long gone
But that light in your eyes says he's rolling on
That light in your eyes says he's rolling on