Southland
in the Springtime - Emily Saliers
Maybe we'll make Texas
by the morning
Light the bayou with our tail
lights 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 our 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 waters 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 chimneys
meets its maker in the sky
With a song that winter wrote
whose melody lingers