Author: Indigo Girls

Album title: Nomads.Indians.Saints



Southland in the Springtime

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(Emily Saliers)



Maybe we'll make Texas by the morning

Light the bayou with our taillights in the night

800 miles to El Paso from the state line

And we never have the money for the flight

I'm in the back seat sleepy from the travel

Played ou hearts out all night long in New Orleans

I'm dirty from the diesel fumes, drinking coffee black

When the first breath of Texas comes in clean

And there's something bout the Southland in the springtime

Where the wtaers flow with confidence and reason

Though I miss her when I'm gone it won't ever be too long

Till I'm home again to spend my favorite season

When God made me born a yankee He was teasin'

There's no place like home and none more pleasin'

Than the Southland in the springtime

In Georgia nights are softer than a whisper

Beneath a quilt somebody's mother made by hand

With the farmland like a tapestry passed down through generations

And the peach trees stitched across the land

There'll be cider up near Helen off the roadside

And boiled peanuts in a bag to warm your fingers

And the smoke from the chimney meets its maker in the sky

With a song that winter wrote whose melody lingers.



Lyrics reprinted WP/FYC by Trip N. Gregory

Reformatted and extracted to a single lyric file by Doug Henkle