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GMaybe we'll make TF/Gexas by the morniDng
Light the bGayou with our taF/Gillights in the night D
Eight hEmundred miles to El CPaso from the stGate liGsusne G
And we never have Cthe money for thAm7e fligD7ht
I'm in the bGack seat sleF/Gepy from the travDel
Played our heGarts out all night lF/Gong in New Orleans D
I'm dEmirty from the diCesel fuel, drGinking coffeeC/G black
When the Gfirst breath of TAm7exas comes in clean D7
And there's Gsomething about the Gsouthland in the sprCingtime C
Where the Gwaters flow with cB7onfidence and rEmeason C
Though I Gmiss her when I'm gGsusone, Ait won't G/Bever be too lGsusong C
Till I'm Am7home again to spG/Bend my favorite sCeason D
When god mAm7ade me born a yG/Bankee he was teCasing D
There's no plEm7ace like home and nG/Bone more pleaCsing than the Dsouthland
in the springGtime C/G C F/C C D C G Gsus G
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 warm 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
Repeat chorus, end on last G.
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- Adam Schneider, email protected
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