Steve Earle - The Gulf Of Mexico lyrics

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 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