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.