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

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