Tears on the Coast ©

When Katrina blew in, in two thousand and five,
She tore out the hearts, from many who did survive.
As if the hardship and the suffering, wasn’t bad enough to tell,
the government’s only sanctuary, was another living hell.

Why did you blow, wind, blow,
where your damage, hurt us most?
And your evil eye, shed its tears along the coast.

For those who had no time, or no transport to escape,
Condemned to wait in Limbo, to be beaten, killed or raped.
When Mother Nature’s done her worst, and wrecked all that she can,
To their disgrace, some had to face, man’s inhumanity to man.

Why did you blow, wind, blow,
where your damage, hurt us most?
And your evil eye, shed its tears along the coast.

(Bridge)
When you are lower than low,
nowhere safe to go,
have faith in the burning bush in the big house?
He might even help. You never know?

(Slide guitar and Harmonica solo)
Why did you blow, wind, blow,
where your damage, hurt us most?
And your evil eye, shed its tears along the coast.