Biography:
Ellis Paul (born Paul Plissey, January 14, 1965) is an American singer-songwriter and folk musician. Born in Aroostook County, Maine, Paul is a key figure in what has become known as the Boston school of songwriting, a literate, provocative and urbanely romantic folk-pop style that helped ignite the folk revival of the 1990s. His folk-pop music songs have appeared in movies and on television, and are said to bridge the gap between the modern folk sound and the populist traditions of Woody Guthrie and Pete Seeger.
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- World Ain't Slowin Down
- Alices Champagne Palace
- Angel In Manhattan
- Annalee
- Blacktop Train
- Give In Give Up
- Heavens Wherever You Are
- Here She Is
- Hurricane Angel
- Kick Out The Lights Johnny Cash
- Look At The Wind Blow
- Marias Beautiful Mess
- Snow In Austin
- Sweet Mistakes
- The Art Of Distance
- The Only Way
- Wasted
- World Aint Slowin Down
- World Aint Slowing Down
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Ellis Paul - Hurricane Angel
A Summer Night In Georgia: Live From Eddie's Attic
Intro: C Am F C, C Am F G, Am C F C, Am C F C G
C Am
On the day the levee broke
F C
The water did rise, The flowers did choke
C Am
I sat in my living room, took one last toke
F G
Then I watched it all drift away
Am C F
Now my credit card's ringing up at thirty percent
Am C F
There's a man in India wondering where the money went
C G F
But I can't pay
C Am
So I sat on my roof In Lake Pontchartrain
F C
Singing woe to my chimney Singing woe to the rain
C Am
A stranger came by I never caught his name
F G
He said he's rowing to the Rio Grande
Am C F
Air Force One a blue streak in the sky
Am C F
Mr. President, You can't afford to lie
C G F
Cause I can't afford to pay
C Am F C
Hurricane Angel I'm lifting my eyes over Baton Rouge
C Am
Lift up your wings let me hear your voice singing
F G
Can you turn these black skies to blue again?
Am C F
I'm laying on the floor of a trailer at night
Am C F
with sixteen refugees waiting on daylight
C G F
I can't pay
C Am
I caught a flatbed ford up to Baton Rouge
F C
with four worn out souls and one corkscrew
C Am
You can drown New Orleans but you can't drown the blues
F G
so bartender pour away
Am C F
Exxon's having one hell of a year
Am C F
three bucks a gallon man they're making it clear
C G F
that I can't pay.
Middle: C Am F C, C Am F G, Am C F C, Am C F C G
C F Am
Lord, Lord, Lord
F C
We haven't spoken in many a day
C Am
I got myself in trouble down in the Ninth Ward
F G
thought I'd send a prayer your way
Am C F
On my windowsill's A stack of insurance bills
Am C F
A man in Delaware says I can't have the pills
C G F
until I can pay
C Am F C
Hurricane Angel I'm lifting my eyes over Baton Rouge
C Am
Lift up your wings let me hear your voice singing
F G
Can you turn these black skies to blue again?
Am C F
I'm laying on the floor of a trailer at night
Am C F
with sixteen refugees waiting on daylight
C G F
I can't pay
C G F
Somebody should pay
C Am
On the day the levee broke
F C
The water did rise and the flowers did choke
C Am
I sat in my living room, took one last toke
F C
and I watched it all drift away
A Summer Night In Georgia: Live From Eddie's Attic
Intro: C Am F C, C Am F G, Am C F C, Am C F C G
C Am
On the day the levee broke
F C
The water did rise, The flowers did choke
C Am
I sat in my living room, took one last toke
F G
Then I watched it all drift away
Am C F
Now my credit card's ringing up at thirty percent
Am C F
There's a man in India wondering where the money went
C G F
But I can't pay
C Am
So I sat on my roof In Lake Pontchartrain
F C
Singing woe to my chimney Singing woe to the rain
C Am
A stranger came by I never caught his name
F G
He said he's rowing to the Rio Grande
Am C F
Air Force One a blue streak in the sky
Am C F
Mr. President, You can't afford to lie
C G F
Cause I can't afford to pay
C Am F C
Hurricane Angel I'm lifting my eyes over Baton Rouge
C Am
Lift up your wings let me hear your voice singing
F G
Can you turn these black skies to blue again?
Am C F
I'm laying on the floor of a trailer at night
Am C F
with sixteen refugees waiting on daylight
C G F
I can't pay
C Am
I caught a flatbed ford up to Baton Rouge
F C
with four worn out souls and one corkscrew
C Am
You can drown New Orleans but you can't drown the blues
F G
so bartender pour away
Am C F
Exxon's having one hell of a year
Am C F
three bucks a gallon man they're making it clear
C G F
that I can't pay.
Middle: C Am F C, C Am F G, Am C F C, Am C F C G
C F Am
Lord, Lord, Lord
F C
We haven't spoken in many a day
C Am
I got myself in trouble down in the Ninth Ward
F G
thought I'd send a prayer your way
Am C F
On my windowsill's A stack of insurance bills
Am C F
A man in Delaware says I can't have the pills
C G F
until I can pay
C Am F C
Hurricane Angel I'm lifting my eyes over Baton Rouge
C Am
Lift up your wings let me hear your voice singing
F G
Can you turn these black skies to blue again?
Am C F
I'm laying on the floor of a trailer at night
Am C F
with sixteen refugees waiting on daylight
C G F
I can't pay
C G F
Somebody should pay
C Am
On the day the levee broke
F C
The water did rise and the flowers did choke
C Am
I sat in my living room, took one last toke
F C
and I watched it all drift away
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