Indigo Girls - Southland in the springtime

^G[in^Ftr^Co] ^{D G F C D G}Maybe we'll make Texas by the ^Cmorning ^D Light the ^Gbayou with our taillights in the ^Cnight ^D Eight ^Emhundred miles to El ^CPaso from the ^Gstate line And we ^Fnever have the ^Cmoney for the ^Am7flight ^D7

I'm in the ^Gback seat sleepy from the ^Ctravel ^D Played our ^Ghearts out all night long in New ^COrleans ^D I'm ^Emdirty from the ^Cdiesel fuel, ^Gdrinking coffee ^Cblack When the ^Gfirst breath of ^Am7Texas comes in ^D7clean

And there's ^Gsomething about the southland in the ^Cspringtime Where the ^Gwaters flow with ^B7confidence and ^Emreason ^C Though I ^Gmiss her when I'm ^Cgone, it won't ^Gever be too ^Clong Till I'm ^Am7home again to ^Gspend my favorite ^Cseason ^D When God ^Am7made me born a ^Gyankee he was ^Cteasing ^D There's no ^Em7place like home and ^Gnone more pleas^Cing than the ^Dsouthland in the s^Gpringtime ^{C F D C G}

In ^GGeorgia, nights are softer than a ^Cwhisper ^D Beneath a ^Gquilt somebody's mother made by ^Chand ^D With the ^Emfarmland like a ^Ctapestry passed ^Gdown through gene^Crations And the ^Fpeach trees ^Cstitched across the ^Am7land ^D7

There'll be ^Gcider up near Helen off the ^Croadside ^D And warm ^Gpeanuts in a bag to warm your ^Cfingers ^D And the ^Emsmoke from the ^Cchimneys meets its ^Gmaker in the ^Csky With a ^Fsong that winter ^Cwrote whose melody ^Am7lingers ^D7

And there's someth^Ging about the southland in the spring^Ctime Where the ^Gwaters flow with ^B7confidence and ^Emreason ^C Though I ^Gmiss her when I'm ^Cgone, it won't ^Gever be too ^Clong Till I'm ^Am7home again to ^Gspend my favorite ^Cseason ^D When God ^Am7made me born a ^Gyankee he was ^Cteasing ^D There's no ^Em7place like home and ^Gnone more pleas^Cing than the ^Dsouthland in the s^Gpringtime ^{C F D C G}