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(nanci griffith) |
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Gulf coast highway, he worked the rails |
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He worked the rice fields with their cold dark wells |
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He worked the oil rigs in the gulf of mexico |
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The only thing we've owned is this old house here by the road |
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And when he dies he says he'll catch some blackbird's wing |
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And we will fly away to heaven |
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Come some sweet blue bonnet spring |
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She walked through springtime when i was home |
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The days were sweet, our nights were warm |
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The seasons changed, the jobs would come |
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The flowers fade, and this old house felt so alone |
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When the work took me away |
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And when she dies she says she'll catch some blackbird's wing |
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And she will fly away to heaven |
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Come some sweet blue bonnet spring |
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Highway 90, the jobs are gone |
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We kept our garden, we set the sun |
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This is the only place on earth blue bonnets grow |
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And once a year they come and go |
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At this old house here by the road |
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And when we die we say we'll catch some blackbird's wing |
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And we will fly away to heaven |
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Come some sweet blue bonnet spring |
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Yes when we die we say we'll catch some blackbird's wing |
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And we will fly away together |
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Come some sweet blue bonnet spring |
