Текст песни Hurricane - Levon Helm
                                                Thirty 
                                                miles 
                                                out 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                Gulf 
                                                Stream,
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                can 
                                                hear 
                                                them 
                                                south 
                                                winds 
                                                moan
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                bridges 
                                                are 
                                                looking 
                                                lower
 
                                    
                                
                                                Shrimp 
                                                boats 
                                                hurrying′ 
                                                home
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                Old 
                                                Man 
                                                down 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                Quarter
 
                                    
                                
                                                Slowly 
                                                turned 
                                                his 
                                                head
 
                                    
                                
                                                Took 
                                                another 
                                                sip 
                                                from 
                                                his 
                                                whiskey 
                                                bottle
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                looked 
                                                at 
                                                me 
                                                and 
                                                he 
                                                said:
 
                                    
                                
                                                REFRAIN:
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                was 
                                                born 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                rain 
                                                by 
                                                the 
                                                Ponchatrain
 
                                    
                                
                                                Underneath 
                                                the 
                                                Louisiana 
                                                moon
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                don't 
                                                mind 
                                                the 
                                                strain 
                                                of 
                                                    a 
                                                hurricane
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                come 
                                                around 
                                                every 
                                                June
 
                                    
                                
                                                High 
                                                black 
                                                water 
–                                                    a 
                                                devil′s 
                                                daughter
 
                                    
                                
                                                She's 
                                                hard 
                                                and 
                                                she's 
                                                cold 
                                                and 
                                                she′s 
                                                mean
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                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 
                                                lady 
                                                right
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                got 
                                                be 
                                                up 
                                                about 
3                                                feet 
                                                higher
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                might 
                                                make 
                                                through 
                                                the 
                                                end 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                night
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                Old 
                                                Man 
                                                down 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                quarter
 
                                    
                                
                                                Said 
                                                "Don′t 
                                                you 
                                                listen 
                                                to 
                                                that 
                                                boy!"
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                water 
                                                will 
                                                be 
                                                down 
                                                by 
                                                morning, 
                                                son
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                he'll 
                                                be 
                                                back 
                                                on 
                                                his 
                                                way 
                                                to 
                                                Illinois
 
                                    
                                
                                                REFRAIN
 
                                    
                                
                                                Thirty 
                                                miles 
                                                out 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                Gulf 
                                                Stream,
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                can 
                                                hear 
                                                them 
                                                south 
                                                winds 
                                                moan
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                bridges 
                                                are 
                                                looking 
                                                down 
                                                lower
 
                                    
                                
                                                Shrimp 
                                                boats 
                                                hurrying′ 
                                                home
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                Old 
                                                Man 
                                                down 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                Quarter
 
                                    
                                
                                                Slowly 
                                                turned 
                                                his 
                                                head
 
                                    
                                
                                                Took 
                                                another 
                                                sip 
                                                from 
                                                his 
                                                whiskey 
                                                bottle
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                looked 
                                                at 
                                                me 
                                                and 
                                                he 
                                                said
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                was 
                                                born 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                rain 
                                                by 
                                                the 
                                                Ponchatrain
 
                                    
                                
                                                Underneath 
                                                the 
                                                Louisiana 
                                                moon
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                don't 
                                                mind 
                                                the 
                                                strain 
                                                of 
                                                    a 
                                                hurricane
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                come 
                                                around 
                                                every 
                                                June
 
                                    
                                
                                                High 
                                                black 
                                                water 
–                                                    a 
                                                devil′s 
                                                daughter
 
                                    
                                
                                                She's 
                                                hard 
                                                and 
                                                she's 
                                                cold 
                                                and 
                                                she′s 
                                                mean
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                we 
                                                finally 
                                                taught 
                                                her 
                                                that 
                                                it 
                                                takes
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                lot 
                                                of 
                                                water 
                                                to 
                                                wash 
                                                away 
                                                New 
                                                Orleans
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 The Caves of Jericho
2 Katie's Been Gone
3 Ain't No More Cane on the Brazo
4 If I Should Fail
5 Blue River
6 The Saga of Pepote Rouge
7 Georgia On My Mind
8 Where I Should Always Be
9 Hurricane
10 Move Along Train
11 Too Soon Gone
12 Tears Of Rage - Remastered
13 Chest Fever - Remastered
14 Don't Do It (Live)
15 Caledonia Mission (Live)
16 Ain't Got No Home
17 Share Your Love With Me
18 What a Town
19 Hard Times
20 When You Awake
21 Theme From the Last Waltz
22 Won't Be Back
23 Leo Blokhuis. The Band, Music From Big Pink to the Last Waltz
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