Hurricane Lyrics - The Band Of Heathens

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 

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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 

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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