Lyrics
Show 'em, who's boss, with your smoker's cough
Give it to 'em early in the morning
You smell like salt and cotton balls
Baked in the high blue sun
The river runs wide and crooked at times
Swells up with the hurricane rain
I don't mind, it doesn't happen all the time
I was born to bare a hurricane
I was born to bare a hurricane
They say you can't foresee the weather
But you can stand in the wind
You can thank the sky when the cotton grows high
Curse the dirt when it's dead again
Curse the dirt whеn it's dead again
Life is suffering, but lovе and family
Make hard work in the hot sun okay
When the day is done
Abel killed Cain and took the remains
To drop out deep in the ocean
Came back covered in the poor boy's blood
But nobody said a thing
You know his blood runs wild and crooked at times
Swells up like the hurricane rain
I don't mind it doesn't happen all the time
I was born to be a hurricane
I was born to be a hurricane
They say you can't foresee the weather
But you can stand in the wind
You can thank the sky when the cotton grows high
Curse the dirt when it's dead again
Curse the dirt when it's dead again
Life is suffering
But love and family
Make hard work in the hot sun okay
When the day is done