The Gulf
Just below the Bayou
And to the left of Tampa Bay
Is a place of peace and a breathtaking view
Where tourists dare to stay
This place is the Gulf of Mexico
Ask anyone, they have heard
News of the storm that will not go
And that everyone there is hurt
Darkness has turned this place
Into a floating hell
Families hurt, animals killed
And for what, an oil spill?
My God, we watch from afar
In disbelief of the odds
That such a horrible card
Could be played by man, not God
Regardless of where you live today
It affects us as a whole
Remember this place when you pray
Let the nightmare for all, be told
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