Lakes Of Pontchartrain
- The Be Good Tanyas
Key: G G ·
Orig: G ·
Capo:
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Time: 4/4 ·
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Verse 1
G D Em
It was on one fine March morning
C G D G
When I bid New Orleans adieu.
G D Em C
And I was on the road to Jackson Town,
G C
My fortunes to renew.
G D Em C
I cursed all foreign money,
G C
No credit could I gain,
G D Em
Which filled my heart with longing
C G D G
For the lakes of Pontchartrain.
Verse 2
(same as verse 1)
G D Em C
I sat on board a railway car
G D G
Beneath the morning sun,
G D Em
And I rode the rails 'til evening
C G C
When I lay me down again.
G D Em C
All strangers there no friends to me,
G C
'Til a dark girl towards me came,
G D Em C
And I fell in love with a Creole girl
G D G
On the lakes of Pontchartrain.
Verse 3
(same as verse 1)
G D Em C
I said, 'My pretty Creole girl,
G D G
My money here's no good.
G D Em C
If it weren't for the alligators
G C
I would sleep out in the woods.'
G D Em C
'You're welcome here, kind stranger.
G C
Our house is very plain,
G D Em C
But we never turn a stranger out
G D G
On the lakes of Pontchartrain.'
Verse 4
(same as verse 1)
G D Em C
She took me up to her mama's house,
G D G
And treated me right well.
G D Em
Her hair upon her shoulders
C G C
In jet-black ringlets fell.
G D Em C
To try to paint her beauty
G C
I'm sure 'twould be in vain,
G D Em C
So handsome was my Creole girl
G D G
On the lakes of Pontchartrain.
Verse 5
(same as verse 1)
G D Em C
I asked her would she marry me,
G D G
But she said it never would be,
G D Em C
For she had got a lover and
G C
He was off at sea.
G D Em C
She said that she would wait for him,
G C
And faithful she'd remain,
G D Em
Waiting for her sailor
C G D G
On the lakes of Pontchartrain.
Verse 6
(same as verse 1)
G D Em C
So fare you well, my bonny ol' girl.
G D G
I may never see you no more,
G D Em
But I won't forget your kindness
C G C
In that cottage by the shore.
G D Em C
At every social gathering
G C
A golden glass I'll drain,
G D Em C
And I'll drink a health to the Creole girl
G D G
On the lakes of Pontchartrain.











