Hurricane

Written by Leon Everette(?)
Album: American Son
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Thirty miles out in the Gulf Stream
I could hear them South winds moan
The bridges are lookin' lower
Shrimp boats are hurryin' home

The old man down in the quarter
Slowly turned his head
He took another sip of his whiskey bottle
Then he looked at me and he said

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I was born in the rain by Lake Ponchartrain
Underneath the Louisiana Moon
And I don't mind the strain of a hurricane
They come around every June
High black water, a devils daughter
She's hard and she's cold, and she's mean
But nobody's taught her that it takes a lot of water
To wash away New Orleans

A man came down from Chicago
Gonna set that levee right
He said it's got to be up about three feet higher
Won't make it through the end of the night

The old man down in the quarter
Said don't you listen to that boy
The water'll down by mornin', son
And he'll be back on his way to Illinois

I was born in the rain by the Ponchartrain
Underneath the Louisiana Moon
And I don't mind the strain of a hurricane
They come around every June
High black water's like the devil's daughter
She's hard and she's cold, and she's mean
But we've finally taught her that it takes a lot of water 
To wash away New Orleans

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