southland in the springtime ( indigo girls )
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capo at the 2nd fret .
G F C D G F C D
[ intro ]
[ 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 the [ Am7 ] flight [ D7 ]
verse 2 :
i’m in the [ G ] back seat [ F ] sleepy from the [ [ ch ] C [ /Ch ] ] 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 ]
southland in the springtime ( indigo girls )
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
capo at the 2nd fret .
G F C D G F C D
[ intro ]
[ 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 the [ Am7 ] flight [ D7 ]
verse 2 :
i’m in the [ G ] back seat [ F ] sleepy from the [ [ ch ] C [ /Ch ] ] 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 ]
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