Intro:  G  C  G  C

       G                                  C
          She cooks him ham and ho'cakes
                                   G       C
         at five thirty every morn
       G                              C
          and she does the dishes
                                G          C
          and she irons his uniform

                   G                                    C
          And she thinks she might have loved him once,
                               G        C
          but that was so long ago
                   G                                C
          and the rain pours down like a holy waterfall
                    G                 C
          over the Gulf of Mexico

         G                             C
          The boardwalk's deserted
                                       G     C 
          and the beach is all closed down
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          and the middle school punk rockers
                                             G       C
          ride their skateboards through the town

               G
          And she looks back and she daydreams
                 C
          about paintin' people she's never seen
                   G                      C
          just to keep from bein' blue
               G
          and she gets home about a quarter 'till four
                   C             
          and she drives her brother to the liquor store
              G               C
          on Ocean Avenue

         G                                C
          And I'm parked on the stateline
                                      G      C
          on this cold November day
             G                                    C
          and pretty soon I'll be a drivin' fool
                                     G         C
          somewhere down this lost highway

              G
          and I here a voice from my soul's core
               C
          sayin' freedom's just a metaphor
               G                  C
          you got nowhere to go
                   G                                     C
          and the rain pours down like a holy waterfall
                    G                 C
          over the Gulf of Mexico

                    G                 C
          over the Gulf of Mexico

                    G                 C
          over the Gulf of Mexico