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The Band Of Heathens

Hurricane

 

Hurricane

(album: Top Hat Crown & The Clapmaster's Son - 2011)


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

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