Indigo Girls - Southland In The Springtime |
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Southland In The Springtime
Indigo Girls Southland in the Springtime Maybe we'll make Texas by the morning (Emily Saliers) 800 miles to El Paso from the state line Light the bayou with our taillights in the night I'm in the back seat sleepy from the travel I'm dirty from the diesel fumes, drinking coffee black And we never have the money for the flight When the first breath of Texas comes in clean Played ou hearts out all night long in New Orleans And there's something bout the Southland in the springtime Where the wtaers flow with confidence and reason When God made me born a yankee He was teasin' Till I'm home again to spend my favorite season There's no place like home and none more pleasin' Though I miss her when I'm gone it won't ever be too long Than the Southland in the springtime Beneath a quilt somebody's mother made by hand In Georgia nights are softer than a whisper With the farmland like a tapestry passed down through generations And the peach trees stitched across the land And boiled peanuts in a bag to warm your fingers There'll be cider up near Helen off the roadside And the smoke from the chimney meets its maker in the sky Lyrics reprinted WP/FYC by Trip N. Gregory With a song that winter wrote whose melody lingers. Reformatted and extracted to a single lyric file by Doug Henkle |
