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