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Thir ty miles on the Gulf Stream,
I (D7)hear the south wind moan.
The bridge is get ting low er,
the (D7)shrimp boat’s com ing home.
The old man down in the Quar (C)ter
(D)slow ly turns his head,
takes a sip from his (C)whis key bot tle, and this is what he said:
I was (A)born in the rain on the (C)Pont char train, un der (D7)neath the Lou ’si an a moon.
I (A)don’t mind the strain of a (C)hur ri cane; they (D)come a round ev ’ry June.
The (A5)high black wa ter, a (C)dev il’s daugh ter.
She’s hard, she’s cold and she’s mean.
But no bod y taught her it (G5)takes a lot of wa ter to (D7)wash a way New Or leans.
Man came down from Chi (C)ca go; he gon na (D7)set that lev ee right.
He says, “It needs to be at least (C)three feet high er.
It (D7)won’t make it through the night.”
But the old man down in the Quar (C)ter, he said, (D7)“Don’t you lis ten to that boy.
The wa ter be down by the (C)morn ing, and he’ll be (D7)back to Il li nois.”
I was (A)born in the rain on the (C)Pont char train, un der (D7)neath the Lou ’si an a moon.
I (A)don’t mind the strain of a (C)hur ri cane; they (D)come a round ev ’ry June.
The (A5)high black wa ter, a (C)dev il’s daugh ter.
She’s hard, she’s cold and she’s mean.
But no bod y taught her it (G5)takes a lot of wa ter to (D7)wash a way New Or leans.
(A)born in the rain on the (C)Pont char train, un der (D7)neath the Lou ’si an a moon.
I (A)don’t mind the strain of a (C)hur ri cane; they (D)come a round ev ’ry June.
The (A5)high black wa ter, a (C)dev il’s daugh ter.
She’s hard, she’s cold and she’s mean.
But no bod y taught her it (G5)takes a lot of wa ter to (D7)wash a way New Or leans.
Thir ty miles on the Gulf Stream,
I (D7)hear the south wind moan.
The bridge is get ting low er,
the (D7)shrimp boat’s com ing home.
The old man down in the Quar (C)ter
(D)slow ly turns his head,
takes a drink from his (C)whis key bot tle, and this is what he said:
I was (A)born in the rain on the (C)Pont char train, un der (D7)neath the Lou ’si an a moon.
I (A)don’t mind the strain of a (C)hur ri cane; they (D)come a round ev ’ry June.
The (A5)high black wa ter, a (C)dev il’s daugh ter.
She’s hard, she’s cold and she’s mean.
But no bod y taught her it (G5)takes a lot of wa ter to (D7)wash a way New Or leans.
I was (A)born in the rain on the (C)Pont char train, un der (D7)neath the Lou ’si an a moon.
I (A)don’t mind the strain of a (C)hur ri cane; they (D)come a round ev ’ry June.
The (A5)high black wa ter, a (C)dev il’s daugh ter.
She’s hard, she’s cold and she’s mean.
But no bod y taught her it (G5)takes a lot of wa ter to (D7)wash a way New Or leans.
I was
(A)No bod y taught her it (G5)takes a lot of wa ter to (D7)wash a way New Or leans.
Yeah!
This page shows “Hurricane” by Band Of Heathens in our color-coded kid songbook view — every note is colored by pitch (red C, orange D, yellow E, green F, blue G, purple A, pink B) and the lyrics sit directly under each note, so children can sing along while they play. The song is in the key of C at 130 BPM, a medium-difficulty arrangement — try slowing the tempo down using the BPM control.