Текст: Emmylou Harris. Gulf Coast Highway.

Gulf Coast Highway, he worked the rails
He worked the rice fields with their cold dark wells
He worked the oil rigs in the Gulf of Mexico
The only thing we've ever owned is this old house here by the road

And when he dies
He says he'll catch some blackbird's wing
And we will fly away to heaven
Come some sweet blue bonnet spring

She walked through springtime, when I was home
The days were sweet, our nights were warm
The seasons changed, the jobs would come
The flowers fade, and this old house felt so alone
When the work took me away

And when she dies
She said she'll catch some blackbird's wing
And she will fly away to heaven
Come some sweet blue bonnet spring

Highway 90, the jobs are gone
We tend our garden, we set the sun
This is the only place on earth blue bonnets grow
And once a year they come and go
At this old house here by the road

And when we die
We say we'll catch some blackbird's wing
We will fly away to heaven
Come some sweet blue bonnet spring

Yes, when we die, we say
We'll catch some blackbird's wing
And we will fly away together
Come some sweet blue bonnet spring