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   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 the 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