Testo Lakes of Ponchartrain - Peter Case
Testo della canzone Lakes of Ponchartrain (Peter Case), tratta dall'album Vanguard Visionaries
It was one fine March morning
I bid New Orleans adieu
I was on my way to Jackson
My fortune to renew
I cursed that foreign money
No credit could I gain
Which filled my heart with longing
For the banks of the Pontchartrain
I stepped on board a railroad car
Beneath the morning sun
And I rode the rails till evening
Then I laid me down again
All strangers there no friends to me
Till a dark girl towards me came
And I fell in love with a Creole girl
By the banks of the Pontchartrain
I said, "Oh my pretty Creole girl
My money here's no good
But if it weren't for the alligators
I'd sleep out in the wood"
She said, "You're welcome here kind stranger
Our home is very plain
And we've never turned a stranger out
By the banks of the Pontchartrain"
So she took me to her mama's house
She treated me right well
The hair across her shoulders
In jet black ringlets fell
To try and paint her beauty
I know would be in vain
So handsome was my Creole girl
By the banks of the Pontchartrain
I asked her would she marry me
She said no, it never could be
For she has got a lover
And he's off far at sea
She said that she would wait for him
And true she would remain
Till he returned to his Creole girl
By the banks of the Pontchartrain
So it's fare thee well my Creole girl
I'll never see you more
But I won't forget your kindness
In the cottage by the shore
And at each social gathering
A flowing glass I'll drain
And I'll drink a health to my Creole girl
By the banks of the Pontchartrain
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Writer(s): Traditional, Peter Millward
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