Gulf Of Mexico

steve earle sings first Verse a cappella , but i provide chords for those of us lacking confidence in our voices . . . D G D come and gather ’round me people and a tale to you i’ll tell D A G D of my father and his father in the days before the spill D G D with an endless sky above ’em and a restless sea below D A G D and every blessing flowing from the gulf of mexico D G D well my granddad worked the shrimp boats from the time that he was grown D A G D and he scrimped and saved and bought himself a trawler of his own D G D he was rough and he was ready and he drank when he was home D A G D and he made his family’s living on the gulf of mexico Chorus D G D D G D he was rolling , he was rolling D G A D cross the deep blue water he was rolling D G D well my Daddy drove a crew boat hauling workers to the rigs D A G D he was sick of mending nets and couldn’t stand the smell of fish D G D he drew a steady paycheck 20 years from texaco D A G D when he died we spread his ashes on the gulf of mexico Chorus D G D G D he was rolling , he was rolling D G A D cross the deep green water he was rolling D G D as for me i dreamed of nothing any grander than the day D A G D that i stepped out on the drilling floor to earn a roughneck’s pay D G D then one night i swear i saw the devil crawlin’ from the hole D A G D and he spilled the guts of hell out in the gulf of mexico Chorus D G D G D we were rolling , we were rolling D G A D cross the blood red water we were rolling