The Cottonwood Tree

I rode into Tucson three hours ago For supplies and a short, friendly game A poker-wild smitty put some new shoes On old Dan before he goes lame. I sat in a game at the Miner's Saloon Soon I had doubled my stake The cards run like they'd been dealt by lady luck They were just sealin' my fate. A young cowboy lost more than he could afford And accused me of dealin' too smart His draw was too slow and he fell to the floor With three bullets close to the heart. Oh, cottonwood tree are you waiting for me Waiting to take me away I've done no wrong but the town cannot see