Date: 6/3/97; 4:13:32 PM
From: Sarah Ross <u05sar@abdn.ac.uk>
Subject: Gulf Coast Highway by Nanci Griffith

Gulf Coast Highway by Nanci Griffith

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Gulf coast highway, he worked the rails,

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He worked the rice fields with their cool dark wells,

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He worked the old rigs in the gulf of Mexico,

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The only thing we've ever owned is this old house here by 
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the road

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And when he dies, he says he'll catch some blackbird's 
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wing

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And he will fly away to heaven, come some sweet blue 
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bonnet spring

She walked through spring time, when I was home
Our days were sweet, the nights were warm
Seasons pass, jobs would come, flowers fade, this old 
house felt so alone when the work took me away

And when she dies, she says she'll catch some blackbirds 
wing,
And she will fly away to heaven, come some sweet blue 
bonnet spring.

Highway 90, the jobs are gone,
We tend 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 together come some sweet blue bonnet 
spring.

courtesy of Sarah Ross, u05sar@abdn.ac.uk