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sure. 
Word bet this ain’t no BET. 
This black entertainment that don’t rerun what black used to be. 
Under Black cottonwood where schemes emerged

moments
Dances and glances
Moonlight kisses
Blue lakes and pancakes
Strong black coffee
Headlights and warm nights
Cottonwood flowers

jet black hair
Rocking in a cradle of cottonwoods
Feet in the river of my childhood

Say there
Bad drivers
Music lovers
Long-distance travelers

Song of Wyoming

John Denver

Country Roads Collection

1997

and still ends the day

Out on the trail night birds are calling
Singing their wild melody
Down in the canyon cottonwood whispers
A Song of Wyoming for

the day
Out on the trail a night bird is callin'
Singin' his wild melody
Down in the canyon
A cottonwood whispers the song of Wyoming for me
I wandered

One, two, three

When the night winds rustle
The far away leaves
Rolling down the valley through
The cottonwood trees and a white river rises
With

Mountain Line

Meat Puppets

Out My Way

1986

Well the moon was more
Than we could hope for
We sure know a real good time
Green black box with whatever's inside
Nighttime creeping from behind

black veil?
Did you see Mr. Crump in a white coat grin?
Did you walk downriver where the cottonwoods are swinging
With ghostly bodies of men?

(Chorus)

my root
From the highest cottonwood, to the dirt on my shoe
To the air in the booth, to the fires in the deep
At the centre of the Earth where

The summer season is turning cool
Though the days are still hot
I been losing my green kinda like the cottonwood trees
Holding on to what they've

the day

And out on the trail, the night birds are callin'
Singin' their wild melody
Down in the canyon, the cottonwood whispers
A song of Wyoming for me

A Face in the Mountain

There's a face in the mountain 
Behind my home 
And when heartaches a callin' 
Upon her cheeks I roam 

There's a cottonwood

I'll pay the price of getting old
If I can get old all next to you 

Rye whiskey in the palm of your hand
Your the simpleness of an honest man
Black

he went away, the screens all turned to black
This time he's never coming back, heart attack

All the clouds hid the world tonight
Find your rainbow

the spark to a cottonwood tree
I saw an Olympia it saw a darkness in me
Fermented dreams, it saw the rot inside of me
It told the shadows I'm glad you brought

I be knowing that them niggas fake
I let them hate
They be on some sucker shit, but I a never ride they wave
Young black business man keep a notepad

Lonesome For Home
Wood Newton & Rob Mayes
August 27, 2019
Capo on 2, open E

There’s a little piece of heaven 
Just south of Cottonwood 
If

my lungs with water-pocketed breath
And the snow falls
The cottonwood trees release floating seed
Like dandelion heads rolling in the warm breeze
They

Cottonwood reveries on a chilly summer day.
World going to hell in every other place.
Drown the world in tears until we all become sailors. 
Die

Moon sinks down, rooster crows
World waking up out my window
River runs, cottonwood blooms
The meadowlark singing a happy tune

White tail buck,