Banks Of The Pontchartrain
Nanci GriffithVersion1
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I'm going back where my garden blooms all year
Where the winter time speaks softly in the falling rain
I'm going back to my green-eyed lover there
We will dance along the banks of old Lake Ponchartrain
Take me to the station
I am late to catch my south-bound train
Oh I'm gonna call my cousin Libby
She will be waitin' by the tracks when I roll in
And I'm gonna roll across America
Just to stand beside my Ponchartrain again
Oh' I've grown pale beneath the streets of Montreal
Where the voices ring like bells in French-Canadian
And the rivers stand imprisoned till the thaws
I am alone at night and dream of my own Pontchartrain
These old rails shake like thunder through the night
Soon I'll have my green-eyed lover's arms to comfort me
Oh, I can see my cousin Libby by his side
Her hair will flow in waves like on Lake Pontchartrain
I'm going back where my garden blooms all year
Where the wintertime speaks softly in the fallin' rain
I'm goin' back to my green-eyed lover there
And we will dance along the banks of old Lake Pontchartrain
Yes we will dance along the banks of old Lake Pontchartrain
We will dance along the banks of old Lake Pontchartrain
And here comes the train . . .
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Readable chord sheet for Banks Of The Pontchartrain by Nanci Griffith
I'm going [F]back where my [Bb]garden blooms all [F]year Where the [Am]winter time speaks [Gm]softly in the fall[F]ing rain I'm going back to my [Bb]green-eyed lover [F]there We will [Am]dance along the [Bb]banks of old Lake [F]Ponchartrain [C]Take me to the station I am [Bb]late to catch my south-bound [F]train Oh I'm gonna [C]call my cousin Libby She will be [Bb]waitin' by the tracks when I roll [F]in And I'm gonna [Am]roll across America Just to [Bb]stand beside my Ponchartrain ag[F]ain Oh' I've grown pale beneath the streets of Montreal Where the voices ring like bells in French-Canadian And the rivers stand imprisoned till the thaws I am alone at night and dream of my own Pontchartrain These old rails shake like thunder through the night Soon I'll have my green-eyed lover's arms to comfort me Oh, I can see my cousin Libby by his side Her hair will flow in waves like on Lake Pontchartrain I'm going back where my garden blooms all year Where the wintertime speaks softly in the fallin' rain I'm goin' back to my green-eyed lover there And we will dance along the banks of old Lake Pontchartrain Yes we will dance along the banks of old Lake Pontchartrain We will dance along the banks of old Lake Pontchartrain And here comes the train . . .