Southland in the Springtime

Maybe we'll make Texas by the morning

Light the bayou with our tailights in the night

800 miles to El Paso from the stateline

And we never had the money for the flight

In the backseat sleepy from our travels

Played our hearts out all night long in New Orleans

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

And the farmland like a tapestry passed down through generations

And the peachtrees stitched across the land

There'll be cider up near Helen off the roadside

Boiled peanuts in a bag to warm your fingers

And the smoke from the chimneys meets its maker in the sky

A song that winter wrote this 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'