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The Gulf Of Mexico

Come and gather 'round me people

And a tale to you I'll tell

Of my father and his father

In the days before the spill

With an endless sky above 'em

And a restless sea below

And every blessin' flowing from the Gulf of MexicoWell my Granddad worked the shrimp boats

From the time that he was grown

And he scrimped and saved and bought himself

A trawler of his own

He was rough and he was ready

And he drank when he was home

But he made his family's livin' on the Gulf of MexicoHe was rollin'

He was rollin'

'Cross the deep blue water

He was rollin'Well my Daddy drove a crew boat

Haulin' workers to the rigs

He was sick of mendin' nets

And couldn't stand the smell of fish

So he drew a steady paycheck

Twenty years from Texaco

When he died we spread his ashes

On the Gulf of MexicoHe was rollin'

He was rollin'

'Cross the deep green water

He was rollin'As for me I dreamed of nothing

Any grander than the day

That I stepped out on the drillin' floor

To earn a roughneck's pay

Then one night I swear I saw the devil

Crawlin' from the hole

And he spilled the guts of hell out in the Gulf of MexicoWe were rollin'

We were rollin'

'Cross the blood-red water

We were rollin'

Songwriters

EARLE, STEVEPublished by

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