I grew up in the north Sat around watching as the world went south So I set out on my way 21 on a train towards judgement day Wound up in New Orleans Looking for a place to drink my blues away But all that could find Was a bottle of broken dreams and delta state of mind 'Cause you know what they say It doesn't matter where you are when the storm hits If you make it out okay You know what they say It doesn't matter what you lost If you got something left to gain Sound the alarm It's coming today There's nothing to do Nothing left to say I pay no attention I just lay back and pray If god were a saint he'd ease our worried minds Met a man on the corner Sat around watching as the clouds closed in Asked me why I would hate rain I never was a dry man anyway When the levee starts to leak Whiskey rivers wander their way though the streets And there's nothing you can do But sit back and try to float on too 'Cause you know they say It doesn't matter where you are when the storm hits If you make it out okay You know what they say It doesn't matter what you lost If you got something left to gain So I'm going away Away from here I'm going away, away I'm going away, I'm going away, I'm going away Away from, away from here I'm going away, I'm going away, I'm going away, away from here I'm going away from here I'm going away, I'm going away, I'm going away I'm going away from here It doesn't matter where you are when the storm hits If you make it out okay