Nanci Griffith - Gulf coast highway

^DGulf coast highway, he ^Gworked the ^Drails He worked the rice fields with their cool, dark ^Gwells He worked the ^Bmoil rigs in the ^A/C#Gulf of Mexi^Dco The only th^Ging we've ever ow^Dned is this old ^Ahouse here by the^D road And when he ^Bmdies he says he'll ^A/C#catch some blackbird's ^Dwing And he will f^Gly away to h^Deaven, come some s^Aweet Blue Bonnet ^Dspring.

^DShe walked through springtime when ^GI was ^Dhome Our days were sweet, our nights were w^Garm The seasons c^Bmhanged, the jobs would ^A/C#come, the flowers f^Dade And this h^Gouse felt so al^Done, when the w^Aork took me a^Dway And when she ^Bmdies he says she'll c^A/C#atch some blackbird's ^Dwing And she will ^Gfly away to ^Dheaven, come some ^Asweet Blue Bonnet^D spring.

^DHighway 90, the ^Gjobs are ^Dgone We tend our garden and we set the s^Gun This is the o^Bmnly place on ^A/C#earth Blue Bonnets ^Dgrow And once a ^Gyear they come and ^Dgo at this old ^Ahouse here by the r^Doad And when we ^Bmdie we say we'll ^A/C#catch some blackbird's w^Ding And we will f^Gly away to h^Deaven, come some s^Aweet Blue Bonnet ^Dspring.

And when we ^Bmdie we say we'll ^A/C#catch some blackbird's w^Ding And we will f^Gly away t^Bmogether, come some ^Asweet Blue Bonnet ^Dspring.