Me and Billy

Me and Billy


Me and Billy used to play
Under the old cottonwood tree.
We played with our cars and trucks,
til' our mom called us home.


By the old cottonwood tree was our
Fishin’ hole
Me and Billy tied a string on
A branch and fished,
til' our mom called us home.

Me and Billy built a tree house
In the old cottonwood tree.
There we spent hours telling
Each other stories,
til' our mom called us home.

When we were eight me and Billy
Felt our first pain,
Grandpa had died.
We went to our tree house where no one could see big  boys cry,
til' our mom called us home.

Graduation day had come.
Separate ways we would go
Billy off to war and me to college.
At the old cottonwood tree we stood,
Hugging each other,
til' our mom called us home.

Now there is no more we,
There is just me.
News arrive that Billy had died.
At the old cottonwood tree
I stood and cried,
til' mom called me home.


Here we stand,
My new wife and me,
At the old cottonwood tree
She and I became we,
Our lives together we would spend,
til' our moms called us home.

I have had a good life
But now there is just me,
A life filled with children, grandchildren and love.
Here at the cottonwood tree
sit me and Billy,
til’ our mom calls us home.