Thirty miles out in the Gulf Stream
I can hear them South winds moan
The bridges are lookin' lower
Shrimp boats are hurryin' home
The old man down in the quarter
Slowly turned his head
He took another sip of his whiskey bottle
He looked at me and he said
I was born in the rain by Lake Ponchartrain
Underneath the Louisiana Moon
And I don't mind the strain of a hurricane
They come around every June
High black water, a devils 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 came down from Chicago