"Hurricane" lyrics
Hmm, mm-mm
30 miles on the Gulf Stream, I hear the south wind moan
Bridges getting lower, the shrimp boats coming home
Your old man down in the quarter, to slowly turns his head
Takes a sip from his whiskey bottle and this is what he said
"Well, I was born in the rain on the Pontchartrain, underneath the Louisiana moon
I don't mind the strain of a hurricane (hurricane), they come around every June"
The high black water devil's daughter
She's hard, she's cold, and she's mean
Nobody taught her to take a lot of water to wash away (to wash away) New Orleans
Man came down from Chicago, he gonna set that levee right
He said, "It needs to be at least three feet higher, it won't make it through the night (through the night)"
But the old man down in the quarter, he said, "Don't you listen to that boy
"The water'll be down by the morning, and he'll be back to Illinois"
Well, 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 devil's daughter
She's hard, she's cold, and she's mean
Nobody taught her to take a lot of water to wash away New Orleans
30 miles on the Gulf Stream, I hear the south wind moan
Bridges getting lower, the shrimp boats coming home
Your old man down in the quarter, he slowly turns his head
Takes a sip from his whiskey bottle and this is what he said
"Well, 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 devil's daughter
She's hard, she's cold, and she's mean
Nobody taught her to take a lot of water to wash away New Orleans
"Well, 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 devil's daughter
She's hard, she's cold, and she's mean
But nobody taught her to take a lot of water to wash away New Orleans
Nobody taught her to take a lot of water to wash away New Orleans
30 miles on the Gulf Stream, I hear the south wind moan
Bridges getting lower, the shrimp boats coming home
Your old man down in the quarter, to slowly turns his head
Takes a sip from his whiskey bottle and this is what he said
"Well, I was born in the rain on the Pontchartrain, underneath the Louisiana moon
I don't mind the strain of a hurricane (hurricane), they come around every June"
The high black water devil's daughter
She's hard, she's cold, and she's mean
Nobody taught her to take a lot of water to wash away (to wash away) New Orleans
Man came down from Chicago, he gonna set that levee right
He said, "It needs to be at least three feet higher, it won't make it through the night (through the night)"
But the old man down in the quarter, he said, "Don't you listen to that boy
"The water'll be down by the morning, and he'll be back to Illinois"
Well, 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 devil's daughter
She's hard, she's cold, and she's mean
Nobody taught her to take a lot of water to wash away New Orleans
30 miles on the Gulf Stream, I hear the south wind moan
Bridges getting lower, the shrimp boats coming home
Your old man down in the quarter, he slowly turns his head
Takes a sip from his whiskey bottle and this is what he said
"Well, 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 devil's daughter
She's hard, she's cold, and she's mean
Nobody taught her to take a lot of water to wash away New Orleans
"Well, 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 devil's daughter
She's hard, she's cold, and she's mean
But nobody taught her to take a lot of water to wash away New Orleans
Nobody taught her to take a lot of water to wash away New Orleans
Writer(s): Keith Stegall, Stewart Harris, Thom Schuyler
