Marty Robbins - 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