Oh! And a more personal one
Gulf Coast Highway - Nanci Griffith
Gulf Coast Highway
He worked the rails
He worked the rice fields
With their cool, dark wells
He worked the oil rigs in the Gulf of Mexico
The only thing we've ever owned
Is this old house here by the road
And when he dies
He says he'll catch some blackbird's wing
Then he will fly away to heaven
Come some sweet, blue bonnet spring
She walked through springtime
When I was home
The days were sweet
The nights were warm
The seasons change, the jobs would come, the flowers fade
This old house felt so alone
When the work took me away
And when she dies
She says she'll catch some blackbird's wing
Then she will fly away to heaven
Come some sweet, blue bonnet spring