Thirty miles on the Gulf Stream
I hear the south wind moan
The bridges are gettin' lower
The shrimp boats comin' home

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
They come around every June
The high black water, the devil's daughter
She's hard, she's cold, and she's mean
But nobody taught her it takes a lot of water
To wash away New Orleans

Man came down from Chicago
He gonna set that levee right
He said: It needs to be at least three feet higher
It won't make it through the night

But the old man down in the Quarter
He said: Don't you listen to that boy
The water'll be down by the mornin'
And he'll be back to Illinois
Thom Schuyler, Keith Stegall e Stewart Harris
I was born in the rain on the Pontchartrain
Underneath the Louisiana Moon
I don't mind the strain of a hurricane
They come around every June
The high black water, the devil's daughter
She's hard, she's cold, and she's mean
But nobody taught her it takes a lot of water
To wash away New Orleans