Текст Levon Helm – Hurricane

Thirty miles out in the Gulf Stream
I can hear them South winds moan
The bridges are lookin lower
Shrimp boats hurrying home

The old man down in the quarter slowly turned his head
He took another sip of his whiskey bottle
And looked at me and he said

I was born on the rain of the Ponchatrain
Underneath the Louisiana moon
Don’t mind the strain of a hurricane
That come around every June

High black water, the devil’s 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
It’s got to be up about three feet higher
Or it won’t make it through the night

The old man down in the quarter said
Don’t you listen to that boy
The water be down by the morning, son
He’ll be on his way back to Illinois

I was born on the rain of the Ponchatrain
Underneath the Louisiana moon
Don’t mind the strain of the hurricane
That come around every June

And high black water, the devil’s daughter
She’s hard and she’s cold and she’s mean
Nobody’s taught her

Thirty miles out in the Gulf Stream
I can hear them South winds moan
The bridges are looking down lower
Shrimp boats hurrying home

The old man down in the quarter slowly turned his head
He took another sip of his whiskey bottle
And looked at me and he said

I was born on the rain of the Ponchatrain
Underneath the Louisiana moon
Don’t mind the strain of a hurricane
That come around every June

High black water, the devil’s 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

I was born on the rain of the Ponchatrain
Underneath the Louisiana moon
Don’t mind the strain of a hurricane
That come around every June

High black water, the devil’s 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