Lakes of Pontchartrain - Trad / Paul Brady
It was [G] on one [D] fine March [C] morn-[G] ing, when I [Em] bid New [D] Orleans a[G]dieu
And I took [D] the road to [C] Jackson [Em] town, my [G] fortunes to [C] renew
I [G] cursed all [D] foreign [C] money [Em], no [G]credit could I [C] gain,
Which [G] filled my [D] heart with [C] longing [Em]for The [C] lakes of [D] Pontchar-[G]train
I [G] stepped on [D] board a [C] railroad [G] car be-[Em] neath the [D] morning [G] sun.
I rode the [D] rails ‘til [C] even-[Em] ing and [G] lay me down a-[C] gain.
All [G] strangers [D] there, no [C] friends to [Em] me, ‘til a [G] dark girl towards me [C] came.
And I [G] fell in [D] love with a [C] Creole [Em] girl on the [C] lakes of [D] Pontchar-[G] train.
I [G] said "my [D] pretty [C] Creole [G] girl, My [Em] money [D] here's no [G] good,
If it weren't for the [D] alli-[C] ga-[Em] tors, I’d [G] sleep out in the [C] wood.”
“You’re [G] welcome [D] here, kind [C] stran-[Em] ger, our [G] house is very [C] plain,
But [G] we never [D] turn a [C] stranger [Em] out on the [C] lakes of [D] Pontchar-[G] train.
She [G] took me [D] to her [C] mammy’s [G] house, and [Em] treated [D] me right [G] well.
Her hair [D] upon her [C] shoulders, in [G] jet black ringlets [C] fell.
To [G] try to [D] paint her [C] beau-[Em] ty, I'm [G] sure ‘twould be in [C] vain
So [G] handsome [D] was my [C] Creole [Em] girl on the [C] lakes of [D] Pontchar-[G] train.
I [G] asked her [D] if she’d [C] marry [G] me,
She [Em] said that it [D] ne’er could [G] be,
for she had [D] got a [C] lov-[Em] er,
and [G] he was off at [C] sea
she [G] said that [D] she would [C] wait for [Em] him
and [G] true she would re[C] main
Til [G] he’d re-[D]turn to his [C] Creole [Em] girl
by the [C] lakes of [D] Pontchar-[G] train.
So [G] fare thee [D] well my [C] Creole [G] girl
I’ll [Em] never [D] see you [G] more
But I wont for[D] get your [C] kind-[Em] ness
in the [G] cottage by the [C] shore
and [G] at each [D] social [C] gather-[Em] ing
a [G] flowing glass I'll [C] drain,
and [G] drink the [D] health to my [C] Creole [Em] girl
on the [C] lakes of [D] Pontchar-[G] train.
Lakes of Pontchartrain [G]Trad / Paul Brady
It was G on one D fine March C morn-G ing, when I Em bid New D Orleans aGdieu And I took D the road to C Jackson Em town, my G fortunes to C renew I G cursed all D foreign C money Em, no Gcredit could I C gain, Which G filled my D heart with C longing Emfor The C lakes of D Pontchar-Gtrain
I G stepped on D board a C railroad G car be-Em neath the D morning G sun. I rode the D rails ‘til C even-Em ing and G lay me down a-C gain. All G strangers D there, no C friends to Em me, ‘til a G dark girl towards me C came. And I G fell in D love with a C Creole Em girl on the C lakes of D Pontchar-G train.
I G said "my D pretty C Creole G girl, My Em money D here's no G good, If it weren't for the D alli-C ga-Em tors, I’d G sleep out in the C wood.” “You’re G welcome D here, kind C stran-Em ger, our G house is very C plain, But G we never D turn a C stranger Em out on the C lakes of D Pontchar-G train.
She G took me D to her C mammy’s G house, and Em treated D me right G well. Her hair D upon her C shoulders, in G jet black ringlets C fell. To G try to D paint her C beau-Em ty, I'm G sure ‘twould be in C vain So G handsome D was my C Creole Em girl on the C lakes of D Pontchar-G train.
I G asked her D if she’d C marry G me, She Em said that it D ne’er could G be, for she had D got a C lov-Em er, and G he was off at C sea she G said that D she would C wait for Em him and G true she would reC main Til G he’d re-Dturn to his C Creole Em girl by the C lakes of D Pontchar-G train.
So G fare thee D well my C Creole G girl I’ll Em never D see you G more But I wont forD get your C kind-Em ness in the G cottage by the C shore and G at each D social C gather-Em ing a G flowing glass I'll C drain, and G drink the D health to my C Creole Em girl on the C lakes of D Pontchar-G train.