The Gulf Of Mexico Lyrics - I'll Never Get Out Of This World Alive - Steve Earle

Come and gather 'round me people 

And a tale to you I'll tell 

Of 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 

Well my Granddad worked 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 

But he made his family's livin' on the Gulf of Mexico 

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He was rollin' 

He was rollin' 

'Cross the deep blue water 

He was rollin' 

Well my Daddy drove a crew boat 

Haulin' workers to the rigs 

He was sick of mendin' nets 

And couldn't stand the smell of fish 

So he drew a steady paycheck 

Twenty years from Texaco 

When he died we spread his ashes 

On the Gulf of Mexico 

He was rollin' 

He was rollin' 

'Cross the deep green water 

He was rollin' 

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As for me I dreamed of nothing 

Any grander than the day 

That I stepped out on the drillin' floor 

To earn a roughneck's 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 rollin' 

We were rollin' 

'Cross the blood-red water 

We were rollin'