D                                      G                D 
Come and gather 'round me people and a tale to you I'll tell 
D     A                            G               D 
Of my father and his father in the days before the Spill 
D                                   G            D 
With an endless sky above 'em and a restless sea below 
D    A                              G            D 
And every blessing flowing from the Gulf of Mexico 

D                                                 G                D 
Well my Granddad worked the shrimp boats from the time that he was grown 
D      A                                       G              D 
And he scrimped and saved and bought himself a trawler of his own 
D                                    G                 D 
He was rough and he was ready and he drank when he was home 
D      A                               G            D 
And he made his family's living on the Gulf of Mexico 


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D      G  D     D      G  D 
He was rolling, He was rolling 
D         G                      A  D 
Cross the deep blue water he was rolling 

D                                       G              D 
Well my Daddy drove a crew boat hauling workers to the rigs 
D      A                                 G                  D 
He was sick of mending nets and couldn't stand the smell of fish 
D                            G               D 
He drew a steady paycheck 20 years from Texaco 
D       A                               G            D 
When he died we spread his ashes on the Gulf of Mexico 


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D      G  D            G  D 
He was rolling, He was rolling 
D         G                       A  D 
Cross the deep green water he was rolling 

D                                  G                D 
As for me I dreamed of nothing any grander than the day 
D      A                                    G                  
 D 
That I stepped out on the drilling floor to earn a roughneck's pay 
D                                G                       D 
Then one night I swear I saw the devil crawlin' from the hole 
D      A                                   G           D 
And he spilled the guts of hell out in the Gulf of Mexico 


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D       G  D             G  D 
We were rolling, we were rolling 
D         G                       A  D 
Cross the blood red water we were rolling