Gulf of Mexico

• Recorded at Trianon Studio; Long Beach, CA -1984
• ©Humpback Music

Cold wind blowing down over the flat land kicking up waves in the bay
Fish they stop bitin’ mosquitos start lightin’
Think I better call it a day

The Sun is setting low over Galveston
I’ve see in many times and I loved every one
When i’m feeling down and there’s nowhere to go
I pack my bags and leave for the Gulf of Mexico

Seagulls winging down over the white caps
Scooping up shrimp in the foam
The oil wells are pumping the tankers are thumping bringing the sailers back home

And everywhere I go I hear the same old sound
There’s waves crashing out on the sandy ground
Where I’m gonna wind up I don’t know
But there’s a piece of my heart there on the Gulf of Mexico

Spent all my money out chasing a dream down
It looks like I wasted my time
Nothing works out right until I come back here
I just can’t put it out of my mind

And everywhere I go I hear the same old sound
There’s waves crashing out on the sandy ground
Where I’m gonna wind up I don’t know
But there’s a piece of my heart there on the Gulf of Mexico

And everywhere I go I hear the same old sound
There’s waves crashing out on the sandy ground
Where I’m gonna wind up I don’t know
But there’s a piece of my heart there on the Gulf of Mexico

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