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Steve Earle & The Dukes
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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 Mexico
From my Granddad with 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 And he made his family's living on the Gulf of Mexico
We were rolling We were rolling Past the deep blue water He was rolling
Well my Daddy drove a crew boat Hauling workers to the rigs He was sick of mending nets And couldn't stand the smell of fish Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com He drew a steady paycheck 20 years at Texico When he died they spread his ashes On the Gulf of Mexico
We were rolling We were rolling Past the deep green water He was rolling
As for me, I think 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 Mexico
We were rolling We were rolling 'Cross the blood red water We were rolling
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