Gulf Of Mexico
Shawn MullinsVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
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!
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Readable chord sheet for Gulf Of Mexico by Shawn Mullins
[G] [C] [G] [C]
[G] She cooks him ham and ho'cakes [C]
at five thirty every morn [G] [C]
[G] and she does the dishes [C]
and she irons his unif[G]orm [C]
And she t[G]hinks she might have loved him once, [C]
but that was so long [G]ago [C]
and the r[G]ain pours down like a holy waterf[C]all
over the G[G]ulf of Mexico [C]
[G] The boardwalk's deserted [C]
and the beach is all closed d[G]own [C]
and the[G] middle school punk rockers [C]
ride their skateboards through the [G]town [C]
And s[G]he looks back and she daydreams
about p[C]aintin' people she's never seen
just to k[G]eep from bein' blue [C]
and s[G]he gets home about a quarter 'till four
and she d[C]rives her brother to the liquor store
on O[G]cean Avenue [C]
[G] And I'm parked on the stateline [C]
on this cold November day [G] [C]
and[G] pretty soon I'll be a drivin' fool [C]
somewhere down this lost hi[G]ghway [C]
and [G]I here a voice from my soul's core
sayin[C]' freedom's just a metaphor
you g[G]ot nowhere to go [C]
and the r[G]ain pours down like a holy waterfall [C]
over the G[G]ulf of Mexico [C]
over the G[G]ulf of Mexico [C]
over the G[G]ulf of Mexico [C]
That's about it.
git er done!