by Nanci Griffith, James Hooker, Danny FlowersGulf coast highway, he worked the railsHe worked the rice fields with their cold dark wellsHe worked the oil rigs in the Gulf of MexicoThe only thing we've owned is this old house here by the roadAnd when he dies he says he'll catch some blackbird's wingAnd we will fly away to heavenCome some sweet blue bonnet springShe walked through springtime when I was homeThe days were sweet, our nights were warmThe seasons changed, the jobs would comeThe flowers fade, and this old house felt so aloneWhen the work took me awayAnd when she dies she says she'll catch some blackbird's wingAnd she will fly away to heavenCome some sweet blue bonnet springHighway 90, the jobs are goneWe kept our garden, we set the sunThis is the only place on Earth blue bonnets growAnd once a year they come and goAt this old house here by the roadAnd when we die we say we'll catch some blackbird's wingAnd we will fly away to heavenCome some sweet blue bonnet springYes when we die we say we'll catch some blackbird's wingAnd we will fly away togetherCome some sweet blue bonnet spring