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• Artiste: Castellows (The)
• Titre: Hurricane
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Thirty miles off the Gulf Stream I hear the south wind moan The bridges gettin' lower The shrimp boats coming home But 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 It comes around every June The high black water, the devil's daughter She's hard and she's cold and she's mean But nobody taught her it takes a lot of water To wash away New Orleans A man came down from Chicago He's gonna set that levee right He said, "It needs to be at least three feet higher Or it won't make it through the night" But the old man down in the Quarter Said "Don't you listen to that boy The water'll be down by the morning And he'll be back to Illinois" And I was born in the rain on the Pontchartrain Underneath the Louisiana moon I don't mind the strain of a hurricane It comes around every June The high black water, the devil's daughter She's hard and she's cold and she's mean But nobody taught her it takes a lot of water To wash away New Orleans Thirty miles off the Gulf Stream I hear the south wind moan The bridges gettin' lower The shrimp boats coming home But 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 It comes around every June The high black water, the devil's daughter She's hard and she's cold and she's mean But nobody taught her it takes a lot of water To wash away New Orleans And I was born in the rain on the Pontchartrain Underneath the Louisiana moon I don't mind the strain of a hurricane It comes around every June The high black water, the devil's daughter She's hard and 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