Brady Paul – Lakes Of Ponchartrain tab

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G1 C1 D2 C1 G1 D1 D4 C2 D3 G1 C2 D2 C1 Twas on one bright March morning I bid New Orleans adieu G1 Bm F#m D3 C1 D2 C2 G1 C2 D2 C1 And I took the road to Jackson town, my fortune to renew. G1 Bm F#m D3 C1 D2 C2 G1 C2 D2 C1 I cursed all foreign money, no credit could I gain. G1 C1 D2 C1 D7 G1 C1 D7 G1 C1 G2 C1 G2 Which filled my heart with longing for the lakes of Pontchartrain. I stepped on board of a railroad car beneath the morning sun I rode the rods til evening and I laid me down again. All strangers were no friends to me til a dark girl towards me came. And I fell in love with a Creole girl, by the lakes of Pontchartrain. I said "Me pretty Creole girl, my money here's no good And if it weren't for the alligators, I'd sleep out in the wood." "Your welcome here kind stranger, our house is very plain. And we never turned a stanger out, on the banks of Pontchartrain." She took me in to her mammy's house and treated me quite well. The hair upon her shoulders in jet black ringlets fell. To try to paint her beauty, I'm sure would be in vain, So handsome was my Creole girl, on the lakes of Pontchartrain. I asked her if she'd marry me, she said "This could never be." For she had got a lover, and he was far at sea. She said that she would wait for him, and true she would remain, Till he returned to his Creole girl, on the lakes of Pontchartrain. So fair thee well my Creole girl, I never may see no more. But I'll never forget your kindness in the cottage by the shore, And at each social gathering, a foamy glass I'll drain. And I'll drink a health to my Creole girl by the lakes of Pontchartrain.
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