Hurricane Angel

On the day the levee broke

The water did rise, the flowers did choke

I sat in my living room, lit one last smoke

And I watched it all drift away

Now my credit card's ringing up at thirty percent

There's a man in India wondering where the money went

But I, I can't pay

So I sat on my roof in Lake Pontchartrain

Singing woe to my chimney, singing woe to the rain

A stranger came by, I never caught his name

He said he's woeing to the Rio Grande

Now Air Force One, a blue streak in the sky

Mr. President, you can afford to lie

'Cause I, I can't afford to pay

Hurricane Angel, oh, lifting my eyes over Baton Rouge

Lift up your wings, let me hear your voice singing

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, I, I can't pay

I caught a flatbed Ford up to Baton Rouge

With four worn out souls and one old corkscrew

You can drown New Orleans, but you can't drown the blues

Bartender, pour away

Now Exxon's having one hell of a year

Three bucks a gallon, man, they're making it clear

That I, I can't pay

Lord, Lord, Lord, we haven't spoken in many a day

I got myself in trouble down in the ninth ward

I thought I'd send a prayer your way

Now on my windowsill's a stack of insurance bills

A man in Delaware says I can't have the pills

Until I can pay

Hurricane Angel, oh, lifting my eyes over Baton Rouge

Lift up your wings, let me hear your voice singing

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, I, I can't pay

Somebody should pay

On the day the levee broke

The water did rise, the flowers did choke

I sat in my living room, lit one last smoke

And I watched it all drift away