Steve Earle - Gulf of mexico

^CCome and gather 'round me people and a ^Ftale to you I'll ^Ctell ^COf my ^Gfather and his father in the ^Fdays before the ^CSpill ^CWith an endless sky above 'em and a ^Frestless sea ^Cbelow ^CAnd e^Gvery blessing flowing from the ^FGulf of Mexic^Co

^CWell my Granddad worked the shrimp boats from the ^Ftime that he was ^Cgrown ^CAnd he ^Gscrimped and saved and bought himself a ^Ftrawler of his ^Cown ^CHe was rough and he was ready and he ^Fdrank when he was ^Chome ^CAnd he ^Gmade his family's living on the ^FGulf of Mexic^Co

^CHe was ^Frol^Cling, ^CHe was ^Frol^Cling ^CCross the ^Fdeep blue water he was ^Grol^Cling

^CWell my Daddy drove a crew boat hauling ^Fworkers to the ^Crigs ^CHe was ^Gsick of mending nets and couldn't ^Fstand the smell of ^Cfish ^CHe drew a steady paycheck 20 ^Fyears from Texac^Co ^CWhen he ^Gdied we spread his ashes on the ^FGulf of Mexic^Co

^CHe was ^Frol^Cling, He was ^Frol^Cling ^CCross the ^Fdeep green water he was ^Grol^Cling

^CAs for me I dreamed of nothing any ^Fgrander than the ^Cday C G F T^Chat I stepped out on the drilling floor to earn a roughneck's pay ^CThen one night I swear I saw the ^Fdevil crawlin' from the ^Chole ^CAnd he ^Gspilled the guts of hell out in the ^FGulf of Mexi^Cco

^CWe were ^Frol^Cling, we were ^Frol^Cling ^CCross the ^Fblood red water we were ^Grol^Cling