The Coronas - Lakes of Pontchartrain lyrics
[The Coronas - Lakes of Pontchartrain lyrics]
It was on one fine March morning
When I bid New Orleans adieu
And I was on the road to Jackson town
My fortunes to renew
I cursed all foreign money
No credit could I gain
Which filled my heart with longin'
For the Lakes of Pontchartain
I sat on board a railway
Car beneath the morning sun
And I rode the rails 'til evening
When I laid me down again
All strangers there, no friends to me 'til a
Dark girl towards me came
And I fell in love with a Creole
Girl on the Lakes of Pontchartrain
I said, "My pretty Creole girl
My money here's no good
If it weren't for the alligators I
Would sleep out in the woods"
"You're welcome here kind stranger our
House is very plain
But we never turn a stranger out
On the Lakes of Pontchartrain"
She took me out to her mama's
House and treated me right 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 would she marry me and
She said it never would be
For she had got another and he was off at sea
She said that she would wait for
Him and faithful she'd remain
Waiting for her sailor on
The Lakes of Pontchartrain
So fair thee well my bonny old girl
I may never see you no more
I won't forget your kindness in
That cottage by the shore
And at every social gathering a
Golden glass I'll drain
And I'll drink all health to the Creole
Girl on the Lakes of Pontchartrain
When I bid New Orleans adieu
And I was on the road to Jackson town
My fortunes to renew
I cursed all foreign money
No credit could I gain
Which filled my heart with longin'
For the Lakes of Pontchartain
I sat on board a railway
Car beneath the morning sun
And I rode the rails 'til evening
When I laid me down again
All strangers there, no friends to me 'til a
Dark girl towards me came
And I fell in love with a Creole
Girl on the Lakes of Pontchartrain
I said, "My pretty Creole girl
My money here's no good
If it weren't for the alligators I
Would sleep out in the woods"
"You're welcome here kind stranger our
House is very plain
But we never turn a stranger out
On the Lakes of Pontchartrain"
She took me out to her mama's
House and treated me right 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 would she marry me and
She said it never would be
For she had got another and he was off at sea
She said that she would wait for
Him and faithful she'd remain
Waiting for her sailor on
The Lakes of Pontchartrain
So fair thee well my bonny old girl
I may never see you no more
I won't forget your kindness in
That cottage by the shore
And at every social gathering a
Golden glass I'll drain
And I'll drink all health to the Creole
Girl on the Lakes of Pontchartrain