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.
....after seeing your post with all the gorgeous flowers, I couldn't get this song out of my head....and as much as it fills me with visions of dogwoods, azaleas, tulips, and snowball hydrangeas, i quickly realized that this song really makes absolutely no mention whatsoever of just how insanely beautiful the south can be this time of year. i suddenly feel like i've been bamboozled by this song...what a freakin' letdown.
oh...and the photo on the right is from my favorite website ever - thepioneeerwoman.com
hope all is well.
