- Steve Earle The Gulf of Mexico 歌詞
- Steve Earle
- Come and gather round me people
And a tale to you
Ill tellOf 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 familys 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 couldnt stand the smell of fish
He drew a steady paycheck20 years at
TexicoWhen he died they spread his ashes
On the Gulf of
MexicoWe 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 roughnecks 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
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