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.