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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.

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