Here's a song I do when a hurricane is around.
Hurricane – Leon Everette Key: E Tempo: 16-beat 82
 Thirty miles out in the  gulfstream, I can  hear those south winds  moan.
The bridges are lookin’  lower,  shrimp boasts hurryin’  home.
The old man down in the  quarter,  slowly turn his  head.
Took another sip of  whiskey, then he  looked at me and  said:
Well I was  born in the rain by the  Ponchertrain,
Under  neath that Louisiana  moon.
 Don’t mind the strain of the  hurricane,
She  comes ‘round every [5-7th] June.
The  high black water, she’s the  devil’s daughter,
She’s  hard and she’s cold and she’s  mean.
Nobody taught her that it  takes a lot of water to  wash away New Or  leans.
A man come down from Chicago, gonna set that levee right.
He said it’s got to be three feet higher, or it won’t make it through the night.
The old man down in the quarter, said don’t you listen to that boy.
Water’ll be down by mornin’ son, he’ll be on his way to Illinois.