Gulf Of Mexico

 The Gulf of Mexico

 Shawn Mullins

 Soul's Core



 tabbed by: faulkner2007

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          She cooks him ham and ho'cakes

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         at five thirty every morn

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          and she does the dishes

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          and she irons his uniform



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          And she thinks she might have loved him once,

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          but that was so long ago

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          and the rain pours down like a holy waterfall

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          over the Gulf of Mexico



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          The boardwalk's deserted

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          and the beach is all closed down

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          and the middle school punk rockers

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          ride their skateboards through the town



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          And she looks back and she daydreams

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          about paintin' people she's never seen

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          just to keep from bein' blue

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          and she gets home about a quarter 'till four

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          and she drives her brother to the liquor store

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          on Ocean Avenue



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          And I'm parked on the stateline

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          on this cold November day

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          and pretty soon I'll be a drivin' fool

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          somewhere down this lost highway



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          and I here a voice from my soul's core

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          sayin' freedom's just a metaphor

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          you got nowhere to go

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          and the rain pours down like a holy waterfall

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          over the Gulf of Mexico



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          over the Gulf of Mexico



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          over the Gulf of Mexico





         That's about it.



         git er done!