Hurricane

Am Cm Dm Am (2x)

[Verse 1]

Am                Cm           Dm                      Am
Thirty miles on the Gulf Stream I hear the South wind moan
Am                   Cm     Dm                     Am
The bridges getting lower, shrimp boats coming home
Am                    Cm       Dm                Am
The old man down in the Quarter slowly turns his head
Am                   Cm                 Dm              Am
Takes a sip from his whiskey bottle and this is what he said

[Chorus]

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I was born in the rain on the Pontchartrain Underneath the Louisiana Moon
Am                   Cm               Dm                       Em
I don't mind the strain of a hurricane, they come around every June
Am                    Cm              Dm                            Am
High black water, a devils daughter, shes hard, shes cold, and shes mean
Am                     Gm              Dm                          Am
But nobody taught her it takes a lot of water, to wash away New Orleans

[Verse 2]

Am                  Cm           Dm                   Am
Man came down from Chicago, he gonna set that levee right
Am                              Cm               Dm                          Am
He says It needs to be at least three feet higher, it won't make it through the night.
Am                                Cm            Dm                  Am
But the old man down in the Quarter, he said don't you listen to that boy
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The water be down by the morning, and he'll be back to Illinois

[Chorus]

 Am                      Cm                  Dm                      Am
I was born in the rain on the Pontchartrain Underneath the Louisiana Moon
Am                   Cm               Dm                       Em
I don't mind the strain of a hurricane, they come around every June
Am                    Cm              Dm                            Am
High black water, a devils daughter, shes hard, shes cold, and shes mean
Am                     Gm              Dm                          Am
But nobody taught her it takes a lot of water, to wash away New Orleans

[Solo]

Am Cm Dm Am   Am Cm Dm Em
Am Cm Dm Am   Am Gm Dm Am

[Verse 3]

Am                Cm           Dm                      Am
Thirty miles on the Gulf Stream I hear the South wind moan
Am                   Cm     Dm                     Am
The bridges getting lower, shrimp boats coming home
Am                    Cm       Dm                Am
The old man down in the Quarter slowly turns his head
Am                   Cm                 Dm              Am
Takes a sip from his whiskey bottle and this is what he said

[Chorus] (x2)
 Am                      Cm                  Dm                      Am
I was born in the rain on the Pontchartrain Underneath the Louisiana Moon
Am                   Cm               Dm                       Em
I don't mind the strain of a hurricane, they come around every June
Am                    Cm              Dm                            Am
High black water, a devils daughter, shes hard, shes cold, and shes mean
Am                     Gm              Dm                          Am
But nobody taught her it takes a lot of water, to wash away New Orleans