Augustine
Fled the New York scene
Took his last dollar
Down to New Orleans
He never intended to hurt anyone
He stopped at a tavern in Bowling Green
Took up with a former beauty queen
Named Anna
He didn't know she could handle a gun

If the weather outside's as frightful
As the Mississippi River heaving out of its bounds
And if you wake up in the morning singing Halleju
And if you ever want to see your farm again
You should pay attention to the rhythm of the pouring rain
Pay attention to the rain
Pouring down pouring down
Listen to the rhythm of the rain
Pouring down

Little by little
'til it was too late
They used up every dime he'd saved
And Anna couldn't resist using her gun
They knocked o'er the Bank of Pontchartrain
The poor teller took a bullet in the brain
August and Anna went on the run

Well if the weather outside's as frightful
As the Mississippi River heaving out of its bounds
And if you wake up in the morning singing Halleju
And if you ever want to see your farm again
You should pay attention to the rhythm of the pouring rain
Pay attention to the rain
Pouring down pouring down
Listen to the rhythm of the rain
Pouring down
Pay attention to the rain

The Mardi Gras parade is back in town
The Mardi Gras parade is back in town
Augustine and Anna were gunned down

The Creoles and the Cajuns know
That it's a sin against the Holy Ghost
To trample down the house of the rising sun
And one man's kingdom lost to greed
Reminds us that the world's a seed
A gamble, to be nurtured and fed with love

If the weather outside's as frightful
As the Mississippi River heaving out of its bounds
And if you wake up in the morning singing Halleju
And if you ever want to see your farm again
You should pay attention to the rhythm of the pouring rain
Pay attention to the rain
Pouring down pouring down
Listen to the rhythm of the rain
Pouring down
Pay attention to the rain