Hurricane

Album cover art for "Hurricane" by The Band of Heathens

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Hurricane

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[Verse 1] Thirty miles on the Gulf Stream I hear the south wind moan The bridges are gettin' lower The shrimp boats comin' home [Pre-Chorus] The old man down in the Quarter Slowly turns his head Takes a sip from his whiskey bottle And this is what he said [Chorus] "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, the 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" [Verse 2] 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" [Pre-Chorus] But the old man down in the Quarter He said, "Don't you listen to that boy "The water'll be down by the mornin' And he'll be back to Illinois" [Chorus] 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, the 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 [Guitar Solo] [Verse 1] Thirty miles on the Gulf Stream I hear the south wind moan The bridges are gettin' lower The shrimp boats comin' home [Pre-Chorus] The old man down in the Quarter Slowly turns his head Takes a drink from his whiskey bottle And this is what he said [Chorus] "I was born in the rain on the Pontchartrain Underneath the Louisiana moon Don't mind the strain of a hurricane They come around every June The high black water, the 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" [Chorus] 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, the 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 [Outro] Nobody taught her it takes a lot of water To wash away New Orleans Yeah

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Credits

Writers
  • Stewart Harris
  • Keith Stegall
  • Thom Schuyler