Hurricane

2x Am C D Am Am C D Am Thirty miles on the Gulf Stream, I hear the south wind moan Am C D Am The bridge is gettin' lower, the shrimp boats comin' home Am C D Am The old man down in the Quarter, slowly turns his head Am C D Am Takes a sip from his whiskey bottle and, this is what he said Am C D Am I was born in the rain on the Pontchartrain, underneath the Loosiana moon Am C D E I don't mind the strain of a hurricane, they come around every June Am C D Am The high black water, a devil's daughter, she's hard, she's cold, and she's mean Am G D Am But nobody taught her, it takes a lot of water, to wash away New Orleans Am C D Am Man came down from Chicago, he gonna set that levee right… he says, Am C D Am It needs to be at least three feet higher, it won't make it through the night Am C D Am But the old man down in the Quarter, he said don't you listen to that boy Am C D Am The water be down by the mornin', and he'll be back to Illinois Am C D Am I was born in the rain on the Pontchartrain, underneath the Loosiana moon Am C D E I don't mind the strain of a hurricane, they come around every June Am C D Am The high black water, a devil's daughter, she's hard, she's cold, and she's mean Am G D Am But nobody taught her, it takes a lot of water, to wash away New Orleans Am C D Am Am C D E Am C D Am Am G D Am Am C D Am Thirty miles on the Gulf Stream, I hear the south wind moan Am C D Am The bridge is gettin' lower, the shrimp boats comin' home Am C D Am The old man down in the Quarter, slowly turns his head Am C D Am Takes a drink from his whiskey bottle and, this is what he said A capella I was born in the rain on the Pontchartrain, underneath the Loosiana moon I don't mind the strain of a hurricane, they come around every June Am C D Am High black water, a devil's daughter, she's hard, she's cold, and she's mean Am G D Am But nobody taught her, it takes a lot of water, to wash away New Orleans Am C D Am I was born in the rain on the Pontchartrain, underneath the Loosiana moon Am C D E I don't mind the strain of a hurricane, they come around every June Am C D Am The high black water, a devil's daughter, she's hard, she's cold, and she's mean Am G D Am But nobody taught her, it takes a lot of water, to wash away New Orleans Am G D Am But nobody taught her, it takes a lot of water, to wash away New Orleans Am C D Am Am C D E Am C D Am Am G D Am