Tom Russell - Gulf coast highway

N.C.

Gulf coast ^Chighway, I ^Fworked the ^Crails I ^Fworked the ^Crice fields with their ^Gcool, dark ^Fwells I worked the ^Amoil rigs in the ^GGulf of Mexi^Cco The only ^Fthing I ever ^Cowned is this old ^Ghouse here by the ^Croad

But when I ^Amdie I'm gonna ^Gcatch some blackbird's ^Cwing I will ^Ffly away to ^Cheaven, come some ^Gsweet Blue Bonnet ^Cspring

N.C.

I walked through ^Cspringtime when ^Fwe were ^Chome Our days were sweet, our nights were ^Fwarm The seasons ^Amchanged, jobs would ^Gcome, the flowers ^Cfade And this old ^Fhouse felt so a^Clone when ^Gwork took him a^Cway

And when he ^Amdies he says he'll ^Gcatch some blackbird's ^Cwing He will ^Ffly away to ^Cheaven, come some ^Gsweet Blue Bonnet ^Cspring

N.C.

Highway ^C90, the ^Fjobs are ^Cgone We tend our garden, we set the ^Fsun This is the ^Amonly place on ^Gearth Blue Bonnets ^Cgrow Once a ^Fyear they come and ^Cgrow at this old ^Ghouse here by the ^Croad

And when we ^Amdie we say we'll ^Gcatch some blackbird's ^Cwing We will ^Ffly away to ^Cheaven, come some ^Gsweet Blue Bonnet ^Cspring

And when we ^Amdie we say we'll ^Gcatch some blackbird's ^Cwing We will ^Ffly away to^Cgether, come some ^Gsweet Blue Bonnet ^Cspring