Steve Earle - Gulf of mexico

^DCome and gather 'round me people and a ^Gtale to you I'll ^Dtell ^DOf my ^Afather and his father in the ^Gdays before the ^DSpill ^DWith an endless sky above 'em and a ^Grestless sea ^Dbelow ^DAnd e^Avery blessing flowing from the ^GGulf of Mexic^Do

^DWell my Granddad worked the shrimp boats from the ^Gtime that he was ^Dgrown ^DAnd he ^Ascrimped and saved and bought himself a ^Gtrawler of his ^Down ^DHe was rough and he was ready and he ^Gdrank when he was ^Dhome ^DAnd he ^Amade his family's living on the ^GGulf of Mexic^Do

^DHe was ^Grol^Dling, ^DHe was ^Grol^Dling ^DCross the ^Gdeep blue water he was ^Arol^Dling

^DWell my Daddy drove a crew boat hauling ^Gworkers to the ^Drigs ^DHe was ^Asick of mending nets and couldn't ^Gstand the smell of ^Dfish ^DHe drew a steady paycheck 20 ^Gyears from Texac^Do ^DWhen he ^Adied we spread his ashes on the ^GGulf of Mexic^Do

^DHe was ^Grol^Dling, He was ^Grol^Dling ^DCross the ^Gdeep green water he was ^Arol^Dling

^DAs for me I dreamed of nothing any ^Ggrander than the ^Dday D A G T^Dhat I stepped out on the drilling floor to earn a roughneck's pay ^DThen one night I swear I saw the ^Gdevil crawlin' from the ^Dhole ^DAnd he ^Aspilled the guts of hell out in the ^GGulf of Mexi^Dco

^DWe were ^Grol^Dling, we were ^Grol^Dling ^DCross the ^Gblood red water we were ^Arol^Dling