Hurricane

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Levon Helm - Country, Rock

Hurricane

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[Verse 1] Thirty miles out in the Gulf Stream I can hear them south winds moan The bridges are looking lower The shrimp boats are hurrying home The old man down in the Quarter Slowly turned his head Took another sip from his whiskey bottle And looked at me and he said [Chorus] Said, I was born in the rain by 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 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 [Verse 2] A man come down from Chicago Gonna set that levee right 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 will be down by morning, son And he'll be back on his way to Illinois [Chorus] 'Cause I was born in the rain by 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 and she's cold and she's mean But we finally taught her that it takes a lot of water To wash away New Orleans [Verse 1] Thirty miles out in the Gulf Stream I can hear them south winds moan The bridges are looking lower The shrimp boats are hurrying home The old man down in the Quarter Slowly turned his head Took another sip from his whiskey bottle And looked at me and he said [Chorus] He said, I was born in the rain by 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 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 You know I was born in the rain by the Pontchartrain Underneath the Louisiana moon I don't mind the strain of a hurricane They come around every June All this high black water, a devil's daughter Hard and it's cold and it's mean And we finally taught her that it takes a lot of water To wash away New Orleans

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Credits

Writers
  • Stewart Harris
  • Keith Stegall
  • Thom Schuyler