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On The Banks Of The Old Pontchartrain by Hank Williams Submitter : Date : 2009-11-11 23:01:03 Views Today : 1 Total Views : 93
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#-------------------------------PLEASE NOTE-------------------------------------#
# This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the #
# song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. #
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[C C7 F C] nI traveled from Texas to low Louisian', n [G7] nThrough valleys, o'er mountains and plain. n [C C7 F C] nBoth footsore and weary, I rested a while n [G7] [C] nOn the banks of the Old Pontchar-train. n n n n [C7 F C] nThe fairest young maiden that I ever saw n [G7] nPassed by as it started to rain. n [C C7 F C] nWe both found a shelter beneath the same tree n [G7] [C] nOn the banks of the Old Pontchar-train. n n n [C7 F C] nI ventured a smile, but she thought I was bold. n [G7] nI hastened to try and explain, n [C C7 F C] nBut somehow I knew I would linger a while n [G7] [C] nOn the banks of the Old Pontchar-train. n n n [C7 F C] nWe hid from the shower an hour or so. n [G7] nShe asked me how long I'd remain. n [C C7 F C] nI told her I'd spend the rest of my life n [G7] [C] nOn the banks of the Old Pontchar-train. n n n [C7 F C] nAs time drifted by, we fell deeper in love, n [G7] nA love that could just bring her pain. n [C C7 F C] nI knew that one day I would leave her alone n [G7] [C] nOn the banks of the Old Pontchar-train. n n n [C7 F C] nI just couldn't tell her that I ran away n [G7] nFrom jail on an old Texas plain. n [C C7 F C] nI prayed in my heart I would never be found n [G7] [C] nOn the banks of the Old Pontchar-train. n n nThen one day a man put his hand on my arm nAnd said I must go west again. nI left her alone without saying goodbye, nOn the banks of the Old Pontchartrain. n n nTonight as I sit here alone in my cell, nI know that she's waiting in vain. nI'm hoping and praying someday to return nTo the banks of the Old Pontchartrain.
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