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Thirty miles on the Gulf StreamI hear the south wind moanThe bridges getting lowerShrimp boats coming homeThe old man down in the QuarterSlowly turns his headTakes a sip from his whiskey bottleAnd this is what he saidI was born in the rain on the PontchartrainUnderneath the Louisiana moonI don't mind the strain of a hurricaneThey come around every JuneHigh black water, a devil's daughterShe's hard, she's cold and she's meanBut nobody taught her it takes a lot of waterTo wash away New OrleansMan came down from ChicagoHe gonna set that levee rightHe says, \'It needs to be at least three feet higherIt won't make it through the night\'But the old man down in the QuarterHe said don't you listen to that boyThe water be down by the morningAnd he'll be back to IllinoisI was born in the rain on the PontchartrainUnderneath the Louisiana MoonI don't mind the strain of a hurricaneThey come around every JuneHigh black water, a devil's daughterShe's hard, she's cold and she's meanBut nobody taught her it takes a lot of waterTo wash away New OrleansThirty miles on the Gulf StreamI hear the South wind moanBridges getting lowerShrimp boats coming homeThe old man down in the QuarterSlowly turns his headTakes a drink from his whiskey bottleAnd this is what he saidI was born in the rain on the PontchartrainUnderneath the Louisiana MoonI don't mind the strain of a hurricaneThey come around every JuneHigh black water, a devil's daughterShe's hard, she's cold and she's meanBut nobody taught her it takes a lot of waterTo wash away New OrleansI was born in the rain on the PontchartrainUnderneath the Louisiana MoonI don't mind the strain of a hurricaneThey come around every JuneHigh black water, a devil's daughterShe's hard, she's cold and she's meanBut nobody taught her it takes a lot of waterTo wash away New Orleans