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