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                             C       D
Maybe we'll make Texas by the morning 
          G                                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                         C      D
I'm in the back seat sleepy from the travel
           G                                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                 C              G           C
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 springtime

Verse 3:
   G                                 C       D
In Georgia, nights are softer than a whisper
          G                               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 

Verse 4:
            G                           C        D
There'll be cider up near Helen off the roadside
         G                             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
       F                C                  Am7     D7
With a song that winter wrote whose melody lingers

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                 C              G           C
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 springtime