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Twas an ill wind blowing on that August day 'Twas a portent of what was headed that way All saints and sinners, aye ye better take heed Of the storm they called Katrina

All the anchors were down and the sails were moored Every shutter was nailed, every treasure was stored The warning went out, but some would ne'er concede To the storm they called Katrina

Through the dark of night you could hear her roar And the water kept rising past the reservoir As every saint and sinner prayed for relief From the storm they called Katrina

The blues never abandoned New Orleans By the light of day you could hear the screams And each day brought new devastation and grief From the storm they called Katrina

Days went by and no one came to the aid Of the helpless souls who were so afraid Still, some looted and raped and paid no heed To the storm they called Katrina

The swells have fallen but there still remains The toxic sludge, and the shameful stains On those who turned their backs that day On the victims of Katrina

'Twas an ill wind blowing on that August day 'Twas a portent of the dame headed that way All saints and sinners, aye ye should have taken heed Of the storm they called Katrina

Of the storm they called Katrina. . .