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G Maybe we'll make F Texas by the C morning D
Light the G bayou with our F taillights in the C night D
Eight Em hundred miles to El C Paso from the G state line
And we F never have the C money for theAm7 flight D7
 
VERSE 2: 
I'm in the G back seat F sleepy from the C travel D
Played our G hearts out all night F long in New C Orleans D
I'm Em dirty from the C diesel fuel, G drinking coffee C black
When the G first breath of Am7 Texas comes in D7 clean
 
CHORUS: 
And there's G something about the southland in the C springtime
Where the G waters flow with B7 confidence and Em reason C
Though I G miss her when I'm A gone, it won't G ever be too long
Till I'm Am7 home again to G spend my favorite C season D
When god Am7 made me born a G yankee he was C teasing D
There's no Em7 place like home and G none more C pleasing
than the D southland in the spring G time C F D C G
 
In G Georgia, F nights are softer C than a D whisper
Beneath a G quilt somebody's F mother C made by D hand
With the Em farmland like a C tapestry passed down G through C generations
And the F peach trees C stitched Am7 across the D7 land
 
There'll be G cider F up near Helen C off the D roadside
And warm G peanuts in a F bag to C warm your D fingers
And the Em smoke from the C chimneys meets its G maker in the C sky
With a F song that winter C wrote whose Am7 melody D7 lingers 
 
And there's G something about the southland in the C springtime
Where the G waters flow with B7 confidence and Em reason C
Though I G miss her when I'm A gone, it won't G ever be too long
Till I'm Am7 home again to G spend my favorite C season D
When god Am7 made me born a G yankee he was C teasing D
There's no Em7 place like home and G none more C pleasing
than the D southland in the spring G time C F D C G