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
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From my Granddad with the shrimp boats, from the time that he was grown
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And he scrimped and saved and bought himself a trawler of his own
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He was rough and he was ready and he drank when he was home
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And he made his family's living on the Gulf of Mexico
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We were rolling
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We were rolling
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Past the deep blue water
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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
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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
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