Hurricane Lyrics

1. 30 Miles out in the Gulf Stream, I can hear those south winds moan. Bridges are lookin lower, shrimp boats hurryin' home. The old man in the quarter slowly turns to me. Took another drink of whiskey and he looks at me and said: Ch: I was born on the rain of the Ponchatrain, beneath the Louisiana moon. Don't mind the strain of the hurricane, she come's around every June. And high black water, she's the devil's daughter, she's hard and she's cold and she's mean. Nobody's taught her that it takes a lot of water to wash away New Orleans. 2.A man come down from Chicago, gonna set that levy right. He said it's got to be 3 feet high up or it won't make it through the night. The old man down in the quarter said don't you listen to that boy, the water be down by the mornin', son he'll be on his way back to Illinois. Ch.