| Gulf Coast Highway, he worked the rails
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| He worked the rice fields with their cold dark wells
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| He worked the oil rigs in the Gulf of Mexico
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| The only thing we’ve ever owned is this old house here by the road
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| And when he dies
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| He says he’ll catch some blackbird’s wing
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| And we will fly away to heaven
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| Come some sweet blue bonnet spring
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| She walked through springtime, when I was home
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| The days were sweet, our nights were warm
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| The seasons changed, the jobs would come
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| The flowers fade, and this old house felt so alone
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| When the work took me away
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| And when she dies
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| She said she’ll catch some blackbird’s wing
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| And she will fly away to heaven
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| Come some sweet blue bonnet spring
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| Highway 90, the jobs are gone
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| We tend our garden, we set the sun
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| This is the only place on earth blue bonnets grow
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| And once a year they come and go
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| At this old house here by the road
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| And when we die
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| We say we’ll catch some blackbird’s wing
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| We will fly away to heaven
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| Come some sweet blue bonnet spring
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| Yes, when we die, we say
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| We’ll catch some blackbird’s wing
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| And we will fly away together
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| Come some sweet blue bonnet spring |