Steve Earle – Gulf Of Mexico (Ukulele)

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Come and gather 'round me people and a tale to you I'll tell

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Of my father and his father in the days before the Spill

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With an endless sky above 'em and a restless sea below

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And every blessing flowing from the Gulf of Mexico

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Well my Granddad worked the shrimp boats from the time that he was grown

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And he scrimped and saved and bought himself a trawler of his own

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He was rough and he was ready and he drank when he was home

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And he made his family's living on the Gulf of Mexico

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He was rolling, He was rolling

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Cross the deep blue water he was rolling

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Well my Daddy drove a crew boat hauling workers to the rigs

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He was sick of mending nets and couldn't stand the smell of fish

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He drew a steady paycheck 20 years from Texaco

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When he died we spread his ashes on the Gulf of Mexico

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He was rolling, He was rolling

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Cross the deep green water he was rolling

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As for me I dreamed of nothing any grander than the day

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That I stepped out on the drilling floor to earn a roughneck's pay

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Then one night I swear I saw the devil crawlin' from the hole

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And he spilled the guts of hell out in the Gulf of Mexico

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We were rolling, we were rolling

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Cross the blood red water we were rolling