The Lakes of Pontchartrain (G) - Lletra, melodia i acords

THE LAKES OF PONTCHARTRAIN

It was on one fine March morning,  when I bid New Orleans adieu,

and I was on the road to Jackson town, my fortunes to renew,

I cursed all foreign money, no credit could I gain,

which filled my heart with longing for, the lakes of Pontchartrain

I stepped aboard a railway car beneath the morning sun.

I rode the rails ‘til evening and lay me down again.

All strangers there no friends to me, ‘til a dark girl towards me came.

And I fell in love with a Creole girl on the Lakes of Pontchartrain.

I said "my pretty creole girl, My money here's no good,

If it weren't for the alligators, I would sleep out in the wood,

your welcome here, kind stranger our house is very plain,

but we never turn a stranger out on the lakes of Pontchartrain"

She took me to her mommy's house, and treated me right well,

the hair upon here shoulders, in jet black ringlets fell,

to try to paint here beauty I'm sure would be in vain

so handsome was my creole girl on the Lakes of Pontchartrain.

I asked her would she marry me, and she it never would be,

for she had got a lover, and he was out at sea

she said that she would wait for him and faithful she would remain

waiting for her lover by the lakes of Pontchartrain

So Fare thee well my bonny old girl. I never may see you  more

I won’t forget your kindness in that cottage by the shore

and at each social gathering a flowing glass I'll drain,

and drink a health to the creole girl from the Lakes of Pontchartrain.