The Gulf Of Mexico Lyrics - The Essential - Shawn Mullins

She cooks him ham and hotcakes 

Five thirty every mornin' 

She does the dishes and 

She irons his uniforms 

And she thinks 

She might have loved him once 

But that was so long ago 

And the rain pours down 

Like a holy waterfall 

Over the gulf of Mexico 

The boardwalk's deserted 

And the beach is all closed down 

And the middle school punk rockers 

Ride their skateboards through the town 

And she looks back and she daydreams 

About things an' people she's never seen 

Just to keep from bein' blue 

And she gets home about a quarter to four 

And she drives her brother to the liquor store 

On Ocean Avenue 

Mmm 

I'm parked on the state line 

On this cold November day 

Pretty soon I'll be a drivin' fool 

Somewhere down this lost highway 

Then I hear a voice from my soul's core sayin' 

"Freedom's just a metaphor 

You got nowhere to go" 

And the rain pours down 

Like a holy waterfall 

Over the gulf of Mexico 

Over the gulf of Mexico, mmm 

Over the gulf of Mexico, mmm