Hurricane

30 miles out in the Gulf Stream I can hear those south winds moan Bridges are lookin lower, shrimp boats hurryin' home The old man down in the quarter slowly turns to me Took another drink of whiskey and he looked at me and said I was born on the rain of the Ponchatrain beneath that Louisiana Moon Don't mind the strain of the hurricane, she comes 'round every June And high black water, she's the devils daughter, she's hard and she's cold, and she's mean Nobody's taught her that it takes a lot of water to wash away New Orleans A man come down from Chicago, gonna set that levy right He said it's got to be 3 feet high up or it won't make it thru the night The old man down in the quarter said don't you listen to that boy The water be down by mornin', son he'll be on his way to Illinois Chorus 2: I was born on the rain of the Ponchatrain beneath that Louisiana Moon Don't mind the strain of the hurricane, she comes 'round every June. And high black water, she's the devils daughter, she's hard and she's cold, and she's mean But we fin'lly taught her that it takes a lot of water to wash away New Orleans Chorus Fiddle outro