Hurricane - Shane Smith & the Saints

Hurricane

Shane Smith & the Saints

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30 miles in the Gulf Stream

Hear the south wind moan

Bridges are getting lower

Shrimp boats comin' home

The old man down in the Quarter

Slowly turns his head

He 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"

The high black water, 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, hey, yeah

Then a man come down from Chicago

He's gonna set that levee right

He said, "It needs to be at least three-feet higher

It won't make it through the night"

Uh, 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 (yeah)

'Cause 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 it takes a lot of water

To wash away New Orleans, yeah, yeah

30 miles in the Gulf Stream

Hear the south wind moan

Bridges are getting lower

Shrimp boats coming home

The old man down in the Quarter

He slowly turns his head

He takes a drink from his whiskey bottle, and

This is what he said, yeah

"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 it takes a lot of water

To wash away New Orleans (yeah)

New Orleans, yeah

Hey, hey, hey (New Orleans)

- It's already the end -