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!