My father-in-law lives on the Mississippi coast, and he refuses to seek safety when hurricanes head his way. I tried to capture that arrogance and stubborness.
Lyrics
Come Hell Or High Water
(Martin Buchanan)
Come on, son, don’t tuck tail and run
Those weather predictors are always wrong
No need to be afraid of a cloud with a name
You know I-10 is a parking lot
So grab a cold Corona and a Cuervo shot
Hunker down, let’s ride out this hurricane - cane - cane
chorus
I was born on this shore
Ain’t scared of no storm
I’m tougher and meaner and harder
Pull up a chair
Pass your old man a beer
I’m staying here - here - here
Come Hell Or High Water
So what if the palm trees are bent doubled over
And it sounds like the devil’s knocking at the door
A little bit of wind never made me nervous
Last time we only lost half the roof
These old brick walls will never move
But running out of ice, now that will hurt us - hurt us
bridge
Water’s in the house
You should bail out now
Somehow I miscalculated
It’s up to our knees
If you believe in Jesus
This might be a good time to pray -pray
But get this straight
I was born on this shore
Ain’t scared of no storm
I’m tougher and meaner and harder
Pull up a chair
Pass your old man a beer
I’m staying here - here - here - here...
