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30 miles out in the Gulf Stream I can hear those south winds moan
D D/C G D
Bridges are lookin lower, shrimp boats hurryin' home
D D/C G D
The old man down in the quarter slowly turns to me
D D/C G D
Took another drink of whiskey and he looked at me and said
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I was born on the rain of the Ponchatrain beneath that Louisiana Moon
D D/C G A
Don't mind the strain of the hurricane, she comes 'round every June
D D/C G D
And high black water, she's the devils daughter, she's hard and she's cold, and she's mean
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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
He said it's got to be 3 feet high up or it won't make it thru the night
The old man down in the quarter said don't you listen to that boy
The water be down by mornin', son he'll be on his way to Illinois
Chorus 2:
I was born on the rain of the Ponchatrain beneath that Louisiana Moon
Don't mind the strain of the hurricane, she comes 'round every June.
And high black water, she's the devils daughter, she's hard and she's cold, and she's mean
But we fin'lly taught her that it takes a lot of water to wash away New Orleans
Chorus
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