Gulf Of Mexico

Steve Earle sings first verse a cappella, but I provide chords for those of us lacking confidence in our voices... D Come and gather 'round me people and a tale to you I'll tell D Of my father and his father in the days before the Spill D With an endless sky above 'em and a restless sea below D And every blessing flowing from the Gulf of Mexico D Well my Granddad worked the shrimp boats from the time that he was grown D And he scrimped and saved and bought himself a trawler of his own D He was rough and he was ready and he drank when he was home D And he made his family's living on the Gulf of Mexico

Chorus D He was rolling, He was rolling D Cross the deep blue water he was rolling D Well my Daddy drove a crew boat hauling workers to the rigs D He was sick of mending nets and couldn't stand the smell of fish D He drew a steady paycheck 20 years from Texaco D When he died we spread his ashes on the Gulf of Mexico Chorus D He was rolling, He was rolling D Cross the deep green water he was rolling D As for me I dreamed of nothing any grander than the day G D That I stepped out on the drilling floor to earn a roughneck's pay D Then one night I swear I saw the devil crawlin' from the hole D And he spilled the guts of hell out in the Gulf of Mexico Chorus D We were rolling, we were rolling D