The Lakes of Ponchetrain

(G D C G Em C G ~ Em D G- C- / / lst)

It was one fine March morning I bid New Orleans adieu
And took the road to Jackson Town my fortune to renew
I cursed all foreign money, no credit could I gain
Which filled my heart with longing for the Lakes of Ponchetrain

I stepped on board a RR car beneath the morning sun
And I rode the rails til evening & I laid me down again
All strangers they're no friends to me til a dark girl towards me came
And I fell in love with a Creole girl on The Lakes of Ponchetrain

I said, "Me pretty Creole girl, my money here's no good
If it weren't for the alligators I'd sleep out in the wood."
"You're welcome here kind stranger, our house is very plain
But we never turn a stranger out on The Lakes of Ponchetrain

She took me into her mama's house & treated me right well
The hair upon her shoulders in jet black ringlets fell
To try to paint her beauty I'm sure t'would be in vain
So handsome was my Creole girl on The Lakes of Ponchetrain

I asked her would she marry me, she said that ne'er would be
For she had got a lover & he was far at sea
She said that she would wait for him & true she would remain
Til he returned to his Creole girl on The Lakes of Ponchetrain

So fair you well my bonnie old girl, I ne'er may see you no more
I'll ne'er forget your kindness in the cottage by the shore
And at every social gathering, a golden glass I'll drain
And I'll drink all health to the Creole girl on The Lakes of Ponchetrain

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