"They tried to tell us what to call our waters...
But down here, we name things our way...
Welcome to the Gulf of America."
From the Texas coast to that Florida sand,
We built this land with our own two hands.
The tide rolls in, the shrimp boats sail,
Ain't no foreign flag gonna tell our tale.
They can talk, they can fight,
They can scream all night...
But this here's home,
And we'll stand our ground!
Ohhh, it's the Gulf of America!
Where the waves roll proud and free!
Ohhh, the Gulf of America!
Ain't nobody takin' this from me!
Down in New Orleans, where the bayou sings,
We fish, we work, we do our thing.
You can call it what you want, but make no mistake,
This is our shore, this is our stake.
Ohhh, let the thunder roll,
Let the lightning strike!
We ain't changin' names,
Not without a fight!
Ohhh, it's the Gulf of America!
Where the waves roll proud and free!
Ohhh, the Gulf of America!
Ain't nobody takin' this from me!
"This is our land. Our water. Our pride.
And don't you forget it."