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
Well 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 Mexico
He 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 Mexico
He 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 Mexico
We were rollin' We were rollin' 'Cross the blood-red water We were rollin'
Writer/s: STEVE EARLE
Publisher: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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