The Gulf of Mexico - 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 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 family's living...