Hurricane Lyrics

Thirty miles on the Gulf Stream I hear the South wind moan
The bridges getting lower, shrimp boats coming 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
I don't mind the strain of a hurricane, they come around every June
High black water, a devils daughter, shes hard, shes cold, and shes 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 says It needs to be at least three feet higher, it won't make it through the night.
But the old man down in the Quarter, he said don't you listen to that boy
The water be down by the morning, 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
High black water, a devils daughter, shes hard, shes cold, and shes mean
But nobody taught her it takes a lot of water, to wash away New Orleans
(solo)
(Chorus)
Thirty miles on the Gulf Stream I hear the South wind moan
The bridges getting lower, shrimp boats coming 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
Chorus (repeat 2X)
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
High black water, a devils daughter, shes hard, shes cold, and shes mean
But nobody taught her it takes a lot of water, to wash away New Orleans