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