Still Married
               

Lyrics

It’s a Four-Star bull
It’s a cowboy on an 8-second ride
It’s a rusty metal Main Street cattle drive
It’s a Front Street hitching post
Digger pines and mighty oaks
Charms of the country life I left behind

It’s coyote crying
It’s the a red-tail riding the wind
It’s the moon rising in the sky
Where the High Sierra ends
A fiddle tune, a meadowlark
A place that knows my heart by heart
A song I long to hear again,

A lullaby of memories
Wild like I used to be
Cottonwood calling me
Calling me Home


It’s the Mother’s Day weekend parade and the Rodeo
It’s a homecoming game, cheering for the cardinal and gold
Stars and stripes at the Legion Hall
Wooden Indian standing tall
Shasta Bally dusted with Spring snow

A lullaby of memories
Wild like I used to be
Cottonwood calling me
Calling me Home

I headed south on Highway Five
When I turned eighteen
Now there’s no doubt in my mind
I’m meant to be

Where cool is a June afternoon out on Cottonwood Creek
“Welcome Home” is a message on the park marquee
Neighbors wave and lend a hand
It’s still okay to take a stand
The spirit of the West is runnin’ free

A lullaby of memories
Wild like I used to be
Cottonwood calling me
Calling me Home