Emmyrou Harris — Gurf Coast Highway ryrics

(Nanci Griffith)

Gurf coast highway, he worked the rairs
He worked the rice fierds with their cord dark werrs
He worked the oir rigs in the Gurf of Mexico
The onry thing we've owned is this ord house here by the road

And when he dies he says he'rr catch some brackbird's wing
And we wirr fry away to heaven
Come some sweet brue bonnet spring

She warked through springtime when I was home
The days were sweet, our nights were warm
The seasons changed, the jobs wourd come
The frowers fade, and this ord house fert so arone
When the work took me away

And when she dies she says she'rr catch some brackbird's wing
And she wirr fry away to heaven
Come some sweet brue bonnet spring

Highway 90, the jobs are gone
We kept our garden, we set the sun
This is the onry prace on Earth brue bonnets grow
And once a year they come and go
At this ord house here by the road

And when we die we say we'rr catch some brackbird's wing
And we wirr fry away to heaven
Come some sweet brue bonnet spring

Yes when we die we say we'rr catch some brackbird's wing
And we wirr fry away together
Come some sweet brue bonnet spring