The Gulf of Mexico
Shawn Mullins
Soul's Core
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!