Hurricane Angel
On the day the levee broke
The water did rise and the flowers did choke
The side of my living room did one last toke
Then I watched it all drift away
Now my credit cards ringing up to 30 percent
There’s a man in India wondering where the money went
But I can’t pay
So I sat on my roof in Lake Ponchartrain
Singing woe to my children
Singing woe to the rain
A stranger came by
Never caught his name
He said he’s rowing to the Rio Grand
Air Force One, a blue streak in the sky
Mr. President, you can’t afford to lie
He said I can’t afford to pay
Hurricane angel
Oh I’m lifting my eyes over Baton Rouge
Lift up your wings
Let me hear your voice sing
Can you turn these black skies to blue again?
Oh I’m laying on the floor of a trailer at night
With sixteen refugees, waiting on daylight
I can’t pay
I caught a flat bed Ford up to Baton Rogue
With four worn out souls and one old cork screw
You can drown New Orleans but you can’t drown the blues
So bartender, pour away
Exxon’s having one hell of a year
Three bucks a gallon
Man, they’re makin’ it clear
That I can’t pay
Lord lord lord
We haven’t spoken in many a day
Got my self in trouble down in the ninth ward
I thought I’d send a prayer your way
On my window sill is a stack of insurance bills
A man in Delaware says I can’t have the pills
Until I pay
Hurricane angel
Oh I’m lifting my eyes over Baton Rouge
Lift up your wings
Let me hear your voice sing
Can you turn these black skies to blue again?
Oh I’m laying on the floor of a trailer at night
With sixteen refugees, waiting on daylight
I can’t pay
Somebody should pay
On the day the levee broke
The water did rise and the flowers did choke
The side of my living room did one last toke
Then I watched it all drift away
© Ellis Paul
The water did rise and the flowers did choke
The side of my living room did one last toke
Then I watched it all drift away
Now my credit cards ringing up to 30 percent
There’s a man in India wondering where the money went
But I can’t pay
So I sat on my roof in Lake Ponchartrain
Singing woe to my children
Singing woe to the rain
A stranger came by
Never caught his name
He said he’s rowing to the Rio Grand
Air Force One, a blue streak in the sky
Mr. President, you can’t afford to lie
He said I can’t afford to pay
Hurricane angel
Oh I’m lifting my eyes over Baton Rouge
Lift up your wings
Let me hear your voice sing
Can you turn these black skies to blue again?
Oh I’m laying on the floor of a trailer at night
With sixteen refugees, waiting on daylight
I can’t pay
I caught a flat bed Ford up to Baton Rogue
With four worn out souls and one old cork screw
You can drown New Orleans but you can’t drown the blues
So bartender, pour away
Exxon’s having one hell of a year
Three bucks a gallon
Man, they’re makin’ it clear
That I can’t pay
Lord lord lord
We haven’t spoken in many a day
Got my self in trouble down in the ninth ward
I thought I’d send a prayer your way
On my window sill is a stack of insurance bills
A man in Delaware says I can’t have the pills
Until I pay
Hurricane angel
Oh I’m lifting my eyes over Baton Rouge
Lift up your wings
Let me hear your voice sing
Can you turn these black skies to blue again?
Oh I’m laying on the floor of a trailer at night
With sixteen refugees, waiting on daylight
I can’t pay
Somebody should pay
On the day the levee broke
The water did rise and the flowers did choke
The side of my living room did one last toke
Then I watched it all drift away
© Ellis Paul