Southland In The Springtime

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

We played our hearts out all night long in new orleans

And 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 it's maker in the sky

With a song that winter wrote whose melody lingers

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