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Track: Hurricane
Artist: The Band Of Heathens
Album: Top Hat Crown & the Clapmaster's Son

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Name: The Band Of Heathens
Spotify Genres: red dirt, texas country, alt country, americana, outlaw country, southern rock
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American rock and roll band, from Austin, Texas, formed in 2005 by [a2628803], [a2628807] and [a2628805].

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Release: The Band Of Heathens - Top Hat Crown & The Clapmaster's Son
Year: 2011
Genres: Rock, Funk / Soul, Blues, Folk, World, & Country
Styles: Rock & Roll, Funk, Soul, Country Rock, Folk Rock, Indie Rock

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Thirty miles on the Gulf Stream I hear the south wind moan
The bridges getting lower, 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 rain on the Pontchartrain
Underneath the Louisiana moon
I don't mind the strain of a hurricane
They come around every June

The high black water, a devil's daughter
She's hard, she's cold and she's mean
But nobody taught her it takes a lot of water
To wash away New Orleans

Man came down from Chicago, he gonna set that levee right
He says, "It needs to be at least three feet higher
It won't make it through the night"

But the old man down in the Quarter
He said don't you listen to that boy
The water be down by the morning
And he'll be back to Illinois

I was born in the rain on the Pontchartrain
Underneath the Louisiana Moon
I don't mind the strain of a hurricane
They come around every June

The high black water, a devil's daughter
She's hard, she's cold and she's mean
But nobody taught her it takes a lot of water
To wash away New Orleans

Thirty miles on the Gulf Stream I hear the South wind moan
Bridges getting lower, shrimp boats coming home

The old man down in the Quarter slowly turns his head
Takes a drink from his whiskey bottle and this is what he said

I was born in the rain on the Pontchartrain
Underneath the Louisiana Moon
I don't mind the strain of a hurricane
They come around every June

The high black water, a devil's daughter
She's hard, she's cold and she's mean
But nobody taught her it takes a lot of water
To wash away New Orleans

I was born in the rain on the Pontchartrain
Underneath the Louisiana Moon
I don't mind the strain of a hurricane
They come around every June

The high black water, a devil's daughter
She's hard, she's cold and she's mean
But nobody taught her it takes a lot of water to wash away New Orleans
Nobody taught her it takes a lot of water to wash away New Orleans