Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hurricane, artist - Levon Helm. Date of issue: 31.12.1979
Song language: English
Hurricane |
| Thirty miles out in the Gulf Stream |
| I can hear them south winds moan |
| The bridges are looking lower |
| The shrimp boats are hurrying home |
| The old man down in the Quarter |
| Slowly turned his head |
| Took another sip from his whiskey bottle |
| And looked at me and he said |
| Said, I was born in the rain by 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 and she’s cold and she’s mean |
| But nobody’s taught her that it takes a lot of water |
| To wash away New Orleans |
| A man come down from Chicago |
| Gonna set that levee right |
| It’s got to be up about three feet higher |
| Won’t make it through the end of the night |
| The old man down in the Quarter |
| Said, «Don't you listen to that boy!» |
| The water will be down by morning, son |
| And he’ll be back on his way to Illinois |
| 'Cause I was born in the rain by 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 and she’s cold and she’s mean |
| But we finally taught her that it takes a lot of water |
| To wash away New Orleans |
| Thirty miles out in the Gulf Stream |
| I can hear them south winds moan |
| The bridges are looking lower |
| The shrimp boats are hurrying home |
| The old man down in the Quarter |
| Slowly turned his head |
| Took another sip from his whiskey bottle |
| And looked at me and he said |
| He said, I was born in the rain by 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 and she’s cold and she’s mean |
| But nobody’s taught her that it takes a lot of water |
| To wash away New Orleans |
| You know I was born in the rain by the Pontchartrain |
| Underneath the Louisiana moon |
| I don’t mind the strain of a hurricane |
| They come around every June |
| All this high black water, a devil’s daughter |
| Hard and it’s cold and it’s mean |
| And we finally taught her that it takes a lot of water |
| To wash away New Orleans |