歌词
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 blessing 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
And he made his family's living
On the Gulf of Mexico
He was rolling
He was rolling
'Cross the deep blue water
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
Twenty years at Texaco
When he died we spread his ashes
On the Gulf of Mexico
He was rolling
He was rolling
'Cross the deep green water
He was rolling
As for me I dreamed of nothing
Any grander than the day
That I stepped out on the drilling floor
To earn a roughneck's pay
Then one night I swear I saw
The devil crawling from the hole
And he spilled the guts of hell out
In the Gulf of Mexico
And we were rolling
We were rolling
'Cross the blood red water
We were rolling
