[Intro โ chiming clean electric guitar, hand percussion, steel drum swells, distant wind] [Verse 1 โ loose stoned-groove shuffle, reedy tenor, laid-back storyteller] She was a tropical storm with a tourist's mind, couldn't pick a coast to save her life Nawlins brought the brass band, Mobile brought the beads, Biloxi brought the dice Then she found her teeth on Thursday, weatherman lit up like a Christmas tree Now she's spinnin' 'round the Gulf, and she's spinnin' straight at me [Chorus โ jangly band lift, rap-sung rhythmic delivery, playful stutter, gang vocals] Na-Na-Nawlins, Mo-Mo-Mobile, Bi-Bi-Biloxi Radar's loopin' on my phone like a song stuck on repeat Fins up, sun's out, nobody's worried here Pour another round, we're closed for the storm this year [Verse 2 โ back to hazy groove, slide guitar creeping in, wind building] Stacked six chairs in the kitchen, Lord knows I only use the one Southeast wind's gettin' pushy, hauled the grill in 'fore the rain could come Got Jimmy's island beat pushin' out across the street Thought it'd run her off, now it's callin' her to me [Chorus โ bigger, looser, rap-sung stutter, stacked harmonies] Na-Na-Nawlins, Mo-Mo-Mobile, Bi-Bi-Biloxi Radar's loopin' on my phone like a song stuck on repeat Fins up, sun's out, nobody's worried here Pour another round, we're closed for the storm this year [Bridge โ band drops out, lone acoustic and wind, vocal through crackly radio, slow psychedelic build] Two a.m. the power quit, the speaker coughed and died Just the wind and six stacked chairs a-rattlin' inside Then the weatherman on a battery radio Says she's wobblin' east, she's wobblin' east, she's wobblin'... [Verse 3 โ gentle return, morning-after calm, wistful half-smile] Never even rang my doorbell, took the tourist traps instead Left a couple branches snapped in two and a few shingles off the shed Sand on 90 like a snowdrift, then past Pascagoula, beach is closed Left our shore for theirs, even the storm don't come to my parties no more [Final Chorus โ full jam, swirling guitars and steel drum together, bittersweet] Mo-Mo-Mobile, Mo-Mo-Mobile, she picked Mo-Mo-Mobile Radar's clear on my phone, but the song's still on repeat Fins up, sun's out, nobody's comin' here Pour another round, they'll try again next year [Outro โ loose jam winds down, lone acoustic and steel drum, wind fading] (Mo-Mo-Mobiiile) They'll try again next yeeear
