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• Gulf Of Mexico - Alabama
• Gulf Of Mexico - Steve Earle

I live to work and work to live
Oh, but what I wouldn't give
For a ray of sun and a little piece of beach
Where the sand dollar is the only currency
I vote we go to the Gulf of Mexico, you and me by the sea
Palm trees call me, oh that's the place I want to be
Down where the southern breezes blow
On the Gulf of Mexico
Right at five o'clock today
I'll pick you up, we'll drive away
And I can't wait to feel the sand beneath my toes
And I can almost see the sunburn on your nose
I vote we go to the Gulf of Mexico, you and me by the sea
Palm trees call me, oh that's the place I want to be
Down where the southern breezes blow
On the Gulf of Mexico
Vamos we go
I vote we go to the Gulf of Mexico, you and me by the sea
Palm trees call me, oh that's the place I want to be
Down where the southern breezes blow
On the Gulf of Mexico
Tag down where the southern breezes blow
On the Gulf of Mexico
On the Gulf of Mexico
That's the place I want to be
Down where the southern breezes blow

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
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 on the Gulf of Mexico
We were rolling
We were rolling
Past the deep blue river
He was rolling
Well my Daddy drove a Cooper
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 Texico
When he died they spread his ashes
On the Gulf of Mexico
We were rolling
We were rolling
Past the deep river
He was rolling
I think 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
Crawlin' from the hole
And he spilled the guts of hell out in the Gulf of Mexico
We were rolling
We were rolling
'Cross the blood red water