Hurricane and House of the Rising Sun

Thirty miles on the Gulf Stream

I hear the south wind moan

The bridges getting lower

The 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

The 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

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

The 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

Thirty miles on the Gulf Stream

I hear the South wind moan

Bridges getting lower

The 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

But nobody taught her, it takes a lot of water

To wash away New Orleans

Oh, mother, tell your children

Not to do what I have done

Spend your lives in sin and misery

In the House of the Rising Sun

I got one foot on the platform

The other foot on the train

I\'m goin\' back to New Orleans

To wear that ball and chain

There is a house in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun

And it\'s been the ruin of many a poor boy

And God, I know I\'m one