| Bad days are coming | |
| Preacher said | |
| Dark clouds dawning | |
| Trouble up ahead | |
| Board up you window | |
| Take your families | |
| Put gas in the pickup | |
| Get out of New Orleans | |
| U.S. Highway 61 | |
| Don't look back now | |
| Drive until you're gone | |
| Oh, stormwater | |
| Driving me from my home | |
| Flee | |
| Across the state line | |
| Far from everything I know | |
| Oh. stormwater | |
| Rising with the hurricane | |
| When you're gone | |
| From where I belong | |
| I will be back again | |
| No time for thinking | |
| No time to waste | |
| It's time enough for leaving | |
| None to hesitate | |
| Some folks saying | |
| The weather man's wrong | |
| Taking their chances | |
| But me, I'm gonna run | |
| All my senses are telling me | |
| Something's coming I don't wanna see | |
| Oh, stormwater | |
| I know that you're gonna come | |
| High | |
| Over the levee | |
| Blocking out the sky and sun | |
| Oh. stormwater | |
| Sweeping us all aside | |
| Nature's angry with the city | |
| Only God knows why | |
| Take U.S. Highway 61 | |
| Don't look back now | |
| Drive until you're gone | |
| Oh, stormwater | |
| Driving me from my home | |
| Flee | |
| Across the state line | |
| Far from everything I know | |
| Oh. stormwater | |
| Rising with the hurricane | |
| Nature's angry with the city | |
| God knows why | |
| You'll be gone | |
| From where I belong | |
| I will be back some time |