Hurricane

Thirty miles in the Gulf Stream

I hear the South wind moan

The bridge is gettin' lower

Shrimp boats comin' home

The old man down in the Quarter

Slowly turns his head

Takes a sip from his whiskey bottle

And this is what he said

I was born in the rain on the Pontchartrain

Underneath the Louisiana moon

Don't mind the strain of a hurricane

They come around every June

The high black water, the Devil's daughter

She's hard, she's cold, and she's mean

But nobody taught her, it takes a lot of water

To wash away New Orleans

Man came down from Chicago

He gonna set that levee right

He said, "Needs to be at least three feet higher

It won't make it through the night"

The old man down in the Quarter

Said, "Don't you listen to that, boy

The water'll be down by the mornin'

And he'll be back to Illinois"

I was born in the rain on the Pontchartrain

Underneath the Louisiana moon

I don't mind the strain of a hurricane

They come around every June

The high black water, the Devil's daughter

She's hard, she's cold, and she's mean

But nobody taught her, it takes a lot of water

To wash away New Orleans

Thirty miles in the Gulf Stream

I can hear the South wind moan

The bridge is gettin' lower

Shrimp boats comin' home

The old man down in the Quarter

Slowly turns his head

Takes a sip from his whiskey bottle

And this is what he said

I was born in the rain on the Pontchartrain

Underneath the Louisiana moon

Don't mind the strain of a hurricane

They come around every June

The high black water, the Devil's daughter

She's hard, she's cold, and she's mean

But nobody taught her, it takes a lot of water

To wash away New Orleans

Nobody taught her, it takes a lot of water

To wash away New Orleans