Acapella: 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 G F C F C From my Granddad with the shrimp boats, from the time that he was grown G F C And he scrimped and saved and bought himself a trawler of his own G F C F C He was rough and he was ready and he drank when he was home G F C And he made his family's living on the Gulf of Mexico Chorus: F C We were rolling F C We were rolling C F Past the deep blue water G C He was rolling Well my Daddy drove a crew boat hauling workers to the rigs He was sick of mending nets and couldn't stand the smell of fish He drew a steady paycheck, 20 years at Texaco When he died they spread his ashes on the Gulf of Mexico Chorus As for me, I think 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 Chorus