(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...
