A favorite of mine. Gulf Coast Highway Gu(G)lf coast highway, he worked the rails He worked the rice fields with their cool, dark w(C)ells He worked the (Em)oil rigs in the Gu(D)lf of Mex(G)ico The only thi(C)ng we've ever ow(G)ned is this old ho(D)use here by the ro(G)ad And when (Em)he(She We) dies he says he'll cat(D)ch some blackbird's wi(G)ng And he will(C) fly away to hea(G)ven, come some sw(D)eet Blue Bonnet spr(G)ing. She walked through springtime when I was home Our days were sweet, our nights were warm The seasons changed, the jobs would come, the flowers fade And this house felt so alone, when the work took me away Highway 90, the jobs are gone now We tend our garden and 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.
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