Southland In The Springtime
Indigo Girls · Other Songs - Indigo Girls
maybe we'll make texas by the morning
light the bayou with our tail lights in the night
800 miles to el paso from the state line
and we never have the money for the flight
i'm in the back seat sleepy from the travel
we played our hearts out all night long in new orleans
and i'm dirty from the diesel fumes, drinking coffee black
when the first breath of texas comes in clean
and there's something bout the southland in the springtime
where the waters flow with confidence and reason
though i miss her when i'm gone
it won't ever be too long
till i'm home again to spend my favorite season
when god made me born a yankee he was teasin'
there's no place like home and none more pleasin'
than the southland in the springtime
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 boiled 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
and there's something bout the southland in the springtime
where the waters flow with confidence and reason
though i miss her when i'm gone
it won't ever be too long
till i'm home again to spend my favorite season
when god made me born a yankee he was teasin'
there's no place like home and none more pleasin'
than the southland in the springtime
light the bayou with our tail lights in the night
800 miles to el paso from the state line
and we never have the money for the flight
i'm in the back seat sleepy from the travel
we played our hearts out all night long in new orleans
and i'm dirty from the diesel fumes, drinking coffee black
when the first breath of texas comes in clean
and there's something bout the southland in the springtime
where the waters flow with confidence and reason
though i miss her when i'm gone
it won't ever be too long
till i'm home again to spend my favorite season
when god made me born a yankee he was teasin'
there's no place like home and none more pleasin'
than the southland in the springtime
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 boiled 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
and there's something bout the southland in the springtime
where the waters flow with confidence and reason
though i miss her when i'm gone
it won't ever be too long
till i'm home again to spend my favorite season
when god made me born a yankee he was teasin'
there's no place like home and none more pleasin'
than the southland in the springtime
Southland In The Springtime
Indigo Girls' "Southland In The Springtime" stands as a poignant reflection on the American South, capturing its seasonal beauty and underlying social complexities. Recorded during the duo's prolific era of blending folk, Americana, and indie rock, the track exemplifies their signature approach of weaving personal narrative with broader cultural commentary. The song features the characteristic interplay between Amy and Emily Werner, utilizing harmonies and acoustic textures to evoke a sense of place and time. It remains a staple of their discography, illustrating their commitment to storytelling that resonates with listeners seeking authenticity in their musical output.