The Gulf of Mexico
 Shawn Mullins
 Soul s Core
 tabbed by: faulkner2007
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   Intro:        
                                         
          She cooks him ham and ho cakes
                                          
         at five thirty every morn
                                     
          and she does the dishes
                                          
          and she irons his uniform
                                                       
          And she thinks she might have loved him once,
                                       
          but that was so long ago
                                                   
          and the rain pours down like a holy waterfall
                                     
          over the Gulf of Mexico
                                      
          The boardwalk s deserted
                                             
          and the beach is all closed down
                                                                     
          and the middle school punk rockers
                                                    
          ride their skateboards through the town
               
          And she looks back and she daydreams
                 
          about paintin  people she s never seen
                                         
          just to keep from bein  blue
               
          and she gets home about a quarter  till four
                                
          and she drives her brother to the liquor store
                             
          on Ocean Avenue
                                         
          And I m parked on the stateline
                                            
          on this cold November day
                                                 
          and pretty soon I ll be a drivin  fool
                                              
          somewhere down this lost highway
              
          and I here a voice from my soul s core
               
          sayin  freedom s just a metaphor
                                 
          you got nowhere to go
                                                        
          and the rain pours down like a holy waterfall
                                     
          over the Gulf of Mexico
                                     
          over the Gulf of Mexico
                                     
          over the Gulf of Mexico
         That s about it.
         git er done!