30 miles out in the Gulf Stream I can hear those south winds moan
Bridges are lookin lower, shrimp boats hurryin' home
The old man down in the quarter slowly turns to me
Took another drink of whiskey and he looked at me and said
I was born on the rain of the Ponchatrain beneath that Louisiana Moon
Don't mind the strain of the hurricane, she comes 'round every June
And high black water, she's the devils daughter, she's hard and she's cold, and she's mean
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 levy right