I have always loved Emmielou Harris and of course Dave Matthews, at the beginning of this video she explains how when she first heard this song (originally written and preformed by Nanci Griffith)she had to pull over because it reminded her of her parents.
A few years ago I was listening to a mixed CD a friend made me, it was full of unrecorded Dave Matthews songs. "Gulf Coast Highway" came on, and ironically the one and only time I had ever had to pull over because I couldn't see through my tears was the first time I heard this song. It immediately reminded me of my Grandmother and Grandaddy. As the song played I was just overcome with emotion brought on by both Emmielou's angelic voice and the lyrics that (to me) portrayed my vision of what it will be like to grow old with someone I love.
I knew the very moment the song was over I had just experienced a vision into the memories my Grandparents surely have and will keep forever of one another. The memories that one can only know after years of loving, living, and supporting one another. Watching your children grow into adults, the adults into parents, the parents into grandparents, to have your one true love there to share with you all of the joys of change and to know that THIS began with the two of them is one in a million.
It is actually a coincidence I am writing this post now, I was listening to old CD's and this song came on. I immediately knew this had to be posted and posted soon... this was NOT something I wanted to ever forget again, not something I wanted years to go by and have to wait to stumble upon this song again and let the memory come and pass. This needed to be documented at the very least for myself. It is a reminder of what true love is and it is a little bittersweet that it took this angelic song to remind me I have grown up with the definition of "true love" through my Grandmother and Grandaddy. And for this I cannot thank them enough.
Grandmother and Grandaddy, I love you both more than you know and I just wanted to say "Thank You"
Gulf coast highway, he worked the rails
He worked the rice fields with their cool dark wells
He worked the oil rigs in the Gulf of Mexico
The only home he's known is this old house here by the road
And when he dies he says he'll catch some blackbird's wing
And we will fly away to heaven
Come some sweet blue bonnet spring
She walked through springtime when I was home
The days were sweet, our nights were warm
The seasons changed, the work will come
The flowers fade, and this old house felt so alone
When the work took me away
And when she dies she says she'll catch some blackbird's wing
And she will fly away to heaven
Come some sweet blue bonnet spring
Highway 90, the jobs are gone
We tend our garden, we set the sun
This is the only place on Earth blue bonnets grow
And once a year they come and go
At this old house here by the road
And when we die we say we'll catch some blackbird's wing
And we will fly away to heaven
Come some sweet blue bonnet spring
Yes when we die we say we'll catch some blackbird's wing
And we will fly away together
Come some sweet blue bonnet spring
A few years ago I was listening to a mixed CD a friend made me, it was full of unrecorded Dave Matthews songs. "Gulf Coast Highway" came on, and ironically the one and only time I had ever had to pull over because I couldn't see through my tears was the first time I heard this song. It immediately reminded me of my Grandmother and Grandaddy. As the song played I was just overcome with emotion brought on by both Emmielou's angelic voice and the lyrics that (to me) portrayed my vision of what it will be like to grow old with someone I love.
I knew the very moment the song was over I had just experienced a vision into the memories my Grandparents surely have and will keep forever of one another. The memories that one can only know after years of loving, living, and supporting one another. Watching your children grow into adults, the adults into parents, the parents into grandparents, to have your one true love there to share with you all of the joys of change and to know that THIS began with the two of them is one in a million.
It is actually a coincidence I am writing this post now, I was listening to old CD's and this song came on. I immediately knew this had to be posted and posted soon... this was NOT something I wanted to ever forget again, not something I wanted years to go by and have to wait to stumble upon this song again and let the memory come and pass. This needed to be documented at the very least for myself. It is a reminder of what true love is and it is a little bittersweet that it took this angelic song to remind me I have grown up with the definition of "true love" through my Grandmother and Grandaddy. And for this I cannot thank them enough.
Grandmother and Grandaddy, I love you both more than you know and I just wanted to say "Thank You"
Gulf coast highway, he worked the rails
He worked the rice fields with their cool dark wells
He worked the oil rigs in the Gulf of Mexico
The only home he's known is this old house here by the road
And when he dies he says he'll catch some blackbird's wing
And we will fly away to heaven
Come some sweet blue bonnet spring
She walked through springtime when I was home
The days were sweet, our nights were warm
The seasons changed, the work will come
The flowers fade, and this old house felt so alone
When the work took me away
And when she dies she says she'll catch some blackbird's wing
And she will fly away to heaven
Come some sweet blue bonnet spring
Highway 90, the jobs are gone
We tend our garden, we set the sun
This is the only place on Earth blue bonnets grow
And once a year they come and go
At this old house here by the road
And when we die we say we'll catch some blackbird's wing
And we will fly away to heaven
Come some sweet blue bonnet spring
Yes when we die we say we'll catch some blackbird's wing
And we will fly away together
Come some sweet blue bonnet spring
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