Willi Carlisle - "The Cottonwood Tree" (Official Visualizer)

'Winged Victory' OUT NOW! Order Now: https://willicarlisle.lnk.to/wingedvi... ℗ 2025 Signature Sounds Recordings Credits: Willi Carlisle: Concertina, Acoustic Guitar, Fiddle, Vocals Lyon Graulty: Clarinet Hunter Burgamy: Tenor Guitar Tom Crail: Tuba Lyrics:  I'm a mud puddle boy, with grass on my jeans. The hayfields make homilies, daffodils sing. There's a place that I go, a secret I keep, Where nobody lives, and everyone's free. Tell me, who is it listening? Who is it hears? The tall grass is rustling between my ears. There's a place that I go, where the rent is still cheap. Six feet under the cottonwood tree. A frog in my pocket, and the taste of a cloud, I'd love you forever, if I only knew how. Hard saying not knowing, how to cry without eyes, How to sing with no lips, how to live when you die. If there's a place up in heaven for people like us, I don't want to go there, there's no one I trust. But I'm glad that you lied, and I'm glad I'm a fool. I'm happy to die, still trying to trust you. Oh, what a gift, all these things I don't know, The rooms in my house where nobody goes, But inside there's a tufted thing, lilting and twirling, Tilting and laughing, alight on the air. Tell me, who is it listening? Who is it hears? The tall grass is rustling between my ears. There's a place that I go, where my friends wait for me, Six feet under the cottonwood tree. Six feet under the cottonwood tree.