E 0 2 2 1 0 0G 3 2 0 0 3 3 [Intro] x2Am C D Am [Verse]Am C D Am Thirty miles on the Gulf Stream, I hear the south wind moanAm C D Am The bridge is gettin' lower, the shrimp boats comin' homeAm C D Am The old man down in the Quarter, slowly turns his headAm C D Am Takes a sip from his whiskey bottle and, this is what he said [Chorus]Am C D Am I was born in the rain on the Pontchartrain, underneath the Loosiana moonAm C D E I don't mind the strain of a hurricane, they come around every JuneAm C D Am The high black water, a devil's daughter, she's hard, she's cold, and she's meanAm G D Am But nobody taught her, it takes a lot of water, to wash away New Orleans [Verse]Am C D Am Man came down from Chicago, he gonna set that levee right… he says,Am C D Am It needs to be at least three feet higher, it won't make it through the nightAm C D Am But the old man down in the Quarter, he said don't you listen to that boyAm C D Am The water be down by the mornin', and he'll be back to Illinois [Chorus]Am C D Am I was born in the rain on the Pontchartrain, underneath the Loosiana moonAm C D E I don't mind the strain of a hurricane, they come around every JuneAm C D Am The high black water, a devil's daughter, she's hard, she's cold, and she's meanAm G D Am But nobody taught her, it takes a lot of water, to wash away New Orleans [Solo]Am C D Am Am C D EAm C D Am Am G D Am [Verse]Am C D Am Thirty miles on the Gulf Stream, I hear the south wind moanAm C D Am The bridge is gettin' lower, the shrimp boats comin' homeAm C D Am The old man down in the Quarter, slowly turns his headAm C D Am Takes a drink from his whiskey bottle and, this is what he said [Chorus] [A capella] I was born in the rain on the Pontchartrain, underneath the Loosiana moon I don't mind the strain of a hurricane, they come around every JuneAm C D Am High black water, a devil's daughter, she's hard, she's cold, and she's meanAm G D Am But nobody taught her, it takes a lot of water, to wash away New Orleans [Chorus]Am C D Am I was born in the rain on the Pontchartrain, underneath the Loosiana moonAm C D E I don't mind the strain of a hurricane, they come around every JuneAm C D Am The high black water, a devil's daughter, she's hard, she's cold, and she's meanAm G D Am But nobody taught her, it takes a lot of water, to wash away New OrleansAm G D Am But nobody taught her, it takes a lot of water, to wash away New Orleans [Solo]Am C D Am Am C D EAm C D Am Am G D Am
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