Hurricane
To the tune of "The Shrimp Boat is a comin, they's dancin tonite"
by Howard Winters
Oh, Lawd, De Hurricane's a'comin,
It's comin tonight
De Hurricane's a'comin,
It's comin, alright
You ought to hurry hurry Nawth
You ought to hurry hurry Nawth
'Cause that ole Hurricane is a'comin
It's due there tonight
Oh de winds is quite high
And they's roofin what's leavin
Ain' no point in worrying
You all ought to be leavin
They say Hotlanter is targeted
and right in its path
Seems like the city's done done somethin else
To stir up God's Wrath!
Them weather boys in New Awlins
And over in the Mobiles too
Are all actin' exackly
Lak dey don' know what to do
They walks out in the wind shear
Where it's 70 miles an hour
Cain't nobody stand up there
At no 70 miles of an hour
Oh won't you hurry hurry and be gone
Oh won't you hurry hurry and be gone
Because the hurricane is a'comin
It's arivin' tonight!
De nawth wall has done passed
An things have fallen quiet
Fokes came out of they houses
To simply disregard and deny it
But what dey don't knows
Is that the eye will pass through
And den de other side of the hurricane
Will begin to pass through
Oh won't you hurry hurry and be gone
Oh won't you hurry hurry and be gone
'Cause the other side of the hurricane's a'comin
It'll be there tonight!
volume 9(6)
This poem is copyright © 2005, Howard
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