Indigo Girls - Southland in the Springtime

      
 
 SOUTHLAND IN THE SPRINGTIME (Indigo Girls)

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