Dancing with a Hurricane

Those New Orleans hurricanes can really conjure up some cray cray. Especially if you ain't paying any attention to the news... you might get left behind. If you get stuck, best to grab a Café Au Lait and a plate of Beignet and head over to your nearest open watering hole to escape and ride out the storm.

It's difficult to know if a storm will eradicate everything around you. Should you choose to stay behind, you'll need some of the treats offered in this song, just to distract you and hold you up against ongoing doom.

Song Information

Length:

3:56

Artist:

Huff & Klender

Written By:

Robert Cusick, Bob Huff & Richard Klender

Published By:

2191 Music, Bob Huff Music, Klenco Music (all ASCAP)

Produced By:

Huff & Klender

Arranged By:

Huff & Klender

Credits:

Vocal: Klender
Guitars: Bob Huff
Bass: Pat Murphy
Keyboards & Harmonica: Klender
Cowbell & Percussion: Lovely Lisa
"Get Yer Ass Outta Town" Background Singers: The Hurricanes
Video by: Bob Cusick
Engineered by: Klender

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Dancing with a Hurricane

Woke up Sunday morning, with a Rum drink in my hand
Missed my early warning, from our doomsday weatherman
The parishes all empty, except that Bayou Bar on Main
There’s a jukebox by the dance floor
Playin’ “Who’ll Stop the Rain” (who’s gonna stop the rain?)

Board up all your windows, a storm is heading for downtown
(Grab those nails & hammer, get your ass outta town)
Anyone with sense, already up and left for higher ground
(Don’t be Jack & Jill, tumblin’ down the hill)
Better batten down those hatches When you’re dancin’ with a Hurricane
(here’s to the Hurricane)

Lue rode up on her Harley In black leathers and her lace
You should have seen that look, on that barkeep’s weathered face
She slammed down her empty shot glass Big storm brewing in her eyes
I thought, “Here we go again” I can feel the waters rise (oooh, feel that water rise)

Board up all your windows, that storm is heating up downtown
(Storm comin’ on real fast, I think she’s gonna last)
Anyone with sense, already up and left for higher ground
(Crawdads on the run, beignets on d’ bun)
Better batten down those hatches, when you’re dancing with a Hurricane (here’s to the Hurricane)

Be careful when those sunny skies turn blue
It might just be the eye of the storm
Those big brown eyes could flash & surely sink me
So strap that life vest on, baby keep me warm (baby keep me warm)

Board up all your windows, that storm is heating up downtown
(Water up to your thighs, Po’ boys & Nola fries)
Anyone with any sense, already up and left for higher ground
(Watch out for the signs, don’t get left behind)
Better batten down those hatches, when you’re dancing with a Hurricane (here’s to the Hurricane)

Board up all your windows, that storm is heating up downtown
(Pack that fishing pole, let the good times roll)
Anyone with sense, already up and left for higher ground
(Crawdads on the run, Beignets on d’ bun)
Better batten down those hatches, when you’re dancing with a Hurricane (here’s to the Hurricane)

written by Bob Huff, Bob Cusick & Richard Klender
© Bob Huff Music, 2191 Music, Klenco Music (All ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved • Used by Permission

Behind the Music

I LOVE the groove of this song, which I will blame on our awesome "funk-masters", Pat Murphy & Bob Huff, who have been "grooving" together for over 50 years now. That's rare, these days... yet very exciting... studio musicians that live to groove together... Pure fun! These guys are so full of it... FUNK that is, that you can't shake a tail feather any other direction without running into pure bliss FUNK! Enjoy!

Behind the Video

Our video director, Bob Cusick, who is an AWESOME creative, came up with this vision. It's a fun mash-up of hurricane clips and fun times down in the New Orleans - Bourbon Street end of town. I know he's been there before and drank his fair share of Hurricanes at all the local bars, while adorned in all the beads. But when he gets back to sober, nobody can bring the groove to vision like this guys can... long live Cusick!