Hurricane (All Out Acoustic Session)

Aight

30 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 told her, "It takes a lot of water

To wash away New Orleans," yeah

Man came down from Chicago

He's gonna set that levee right

He said, "It needs to be at least a 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 you'll be back to Illinois"

He said, "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, a devil's daughter

She's hard, she's cold and she's mean

But nobody told her, "It takes a lot of water

To wash away New Orleans," yeah

30 miles on the Gulf Stream

And I hear the south wind moan

Bridges are 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, yeah

"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

Nobody told her, "It takes a lot of water

To wash away New Orleans"

Nobody told her, "It takes a lot of water

Wash away New Orleans