Tonight I hear the call of Cottonwood Canyon Listen, you can hear it on the wind There ain’t no cell phone towers in Cottonwood Canyon Maybe some old coyote will give you a call Can I find my way back to Cottonwood Canyon? Have the drillers come? Have I waited too long? Cottonwood trees they cry to me Her songs of long ago And I slept in the sand far below Down where the clear waters flow.