Hurricane

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 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 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 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 on the Gulf Stream

I hear the South wind moan

Bridges getting lower

Shrimp boats coming home

The old man down in the Quarter

Slowly turns his head

Takes a drink 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 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

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 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