The Lakes of Pontchartrain Celtic Woman
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[Verse 1]
'Twas on one bright March morning
I bid New Orleans adieu
And I took the road to Jackson town
Me fortune to renew
I cursed all foreign money
No credit could I gain
Which filled me heart with longing
For the lakes of Pontchartrain
[Verse 2]
I stepped on board a railcar
Beneath the morning sun
And I rode the rods till evening
And I laid me down again
All strangers there, no friends to me
Till a pretty girl towards me came
And I fell in love with a Creole girl
By the lakes of Pontchartrain
[Verse 3]
I said, "My pretty Creole girl
My money here's no good
And if it weren't for the alligators
I'd sleep out in the wood
You're welcome here, kind stranger
Our house is very plain
But we never turn a stranger out
On the banks of Pontchartrain"
'Twas on one bright March morning
I bid New Orleans adieu
And I took the road to Jackson town
Me fortune to renew
I cursed all foreign money
No credit could I gain
Which filled me heart with longing
For the lakes of Pontchartrain
[Verse 2]
I stepped on board a railcar
Beneath the morning sun
And I rode the rods till evening
And I laid me down again
All strangers there, no friends to me
Till a pretty girl towards me came
And I fell in love with a Creole girl
By the lakes of Pontchartrain
[Verse 3]
I said, "My pretty Creole girl
My money here's no good
And if it weren't for the alligators
I'd sleep out in the wood
You're welcome here, kind stranger
Our house is very plain
But we never turn a stranger out
On the banks of Pontchartrain"
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