Gulf Coast Highway - Nanci Griffith, Mac McAnally

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 ever 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 said 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 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

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