Thirty miles on the Gulf Stream
I hear the south wind moan
The bridges getting lower
The shrimp boats coming home
The old man down in the Quarter
Slowly turns his head
Takes a sip from his whiskey bottle
And this is what he said
I was born in the on the Pontchartrain
the moon
I don’t mind the a hurricane
around June
The water, a devil’s daughter
She’s she’s she’s mean
a lot water
To Orleans
Man came down from Chicago
He’s levee right
says, “it at feet higher
It won’t make the night”
the old man down in the Quarter
said “don’t listen boy
The down the morning
And you’ll back Illinois”
I was born in the on the Pontchartrain
the moon
I don’t mind the a hurricane
around June
The water, a devil’s daughter
She’s she’s she’s mean
a lot water
To Orleans
Thirty miles on the Gulf Stream
I hear the South wind moan
Bridges getting lower
The shrimp boats coming home
The old man down in the Quarter
Slowly turns his head
Takes a from his whiskey bottle
And this is what he said
I was born in the on the Pontchartrain
the moon
I don’t mind the a hurricane
around June
water, a devil’s daughter
She’s she’s she’s mean
a lot water
To Orleans
Nobody a lot water
To Orleans
Thirty miles on the Gulf Stream
I hear the south wind moan
The bridges getting lower
The shrimp boats coming home
The old man down in the Quarter
Slowly turns his head
Takes a sip from his whiskey bottle
And this is what he said
I was born in the on the Pontchartrain
the moon
I don’t mind the a hurricane
around June
The water, a devil’s daughter
She’s she’s she’s mean
a lot water
To Orleans
Man came down from Chicago
He’s levee right
says, “it at feet higher
It won’t make the night”
the old man down in the Quarter
said “don’t listen boy
The down the morning
And you’ll back Illinois”
I was born in the on the Pontchartrain
the moon
I don’t mind the a hurricane
around June
The water, a devil’s daughter
She’s she’s she’s mean
a lot water
To Orleans
Thirty miles on the Gulf Stream
I hear the South wind moan
Bridges getting lower
The shrimp boats coming home
The old man down in the Quarter
Slowly turns his head
Takes a from his whiskey bottle
And this is what he said
I was born in the on the Pontchartrain
the moon
I don’t mind the a hurricane
around June
water, a devil’s daughter
She’s she’s she’s mean
a lot water
To Orleans
Nobody a lot water
To Orleans
