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The Lakes Of Pontchartrain
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Music: traditional Version by: Paul Brady Key: C Tempo (bpm) ca.: 120 Measure: 3/4 ternary Genre: Country Style: Ballade |
| | It was |on one |bright March |mor|ning | | | |
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I |bid New Or|leans a|dieu |·· | | | |
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And I |took the |road to |Jackson |town | | | |
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My |fortune |to re|new|·· | | | |
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I |cursed all |foreign |mo|ney | | | |
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No |credit |could I |gain |·· | | | |
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Which |filled my |heart with |lon|ging | | | |
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For the |lakes of |Pontchar|train |····|····|··· | | | |
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I |stepped on |board of a |railroad |car | | | |
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Be|neath the |morning |sun |·· | | | |
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I |rode the |rods till |eve|ning | | | |
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And I |laid me |down a|gain |·· | | | |
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All |strangers |there, no |friends to |me | | | |
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Till a |dark girl |towards me |came |·· | | | |
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And I |fell in |love with a |Creole |girl | | | |
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By the |lakes of |Pontchar|train |····|····|··· | | | |
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I |said my |pretty |Creole |girl | | | |
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My |money |here's no |good |·· | | | |
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And |if it |weren't for the |alli|gators | | | |
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I'd |sleep out |in the |wood |·· | | | |
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"You're |welcome |here kind |stran|ger | | | |
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Our |house is |very |plain |·· | | | |
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But |we never |turned a |stranger |out | | | |
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On the |banks of |Pontchar|train" |····|····|··· | | | |
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She |took me |into her |mammy's |house | | | |
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And she |treated |me right |well |·· | | | |
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The |hair |upon her |shoul|ders | | | |
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In |jet black |ringlets |fell |·· | | | |
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To |try to |paint her |beau|ty | | | |
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I'm |sure 't |would be in |vain |·· | | | |
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So |handsome |was my |Creole |girl | | | |
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By the |lakes of |Pontchar|train |····|····|··· | | | |
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I |asked her |if she'd |marry |me | | | |
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She |said that this |could never |be |·· | | | |
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For |she had |got a |lo|ver | | | |
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And |he was |far at |sea |·· | | | |
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She |said that |she would |wait for |him | | | |
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And |true she |would re|main |·· | | | |
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Till |he'd re|turn to his |Creole |girl | | | |
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By the |Lakes of |Pontchar|train |····|····|··· | | | |
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So |fare thee |well, my |bonny own |girl | | | |
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I |never may |see you |more |·· | | | |
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But I'll |ne'er for|get your |kind|ness | | | |
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In the |cottage |by the |shore |·· | | | |
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And |at each |social |gathe|ring | | | |
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A |flowing |glass I'll |drain |·· | | | |
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And I'll |drink a |health to my |Creole |girl | | | |
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By the |lakes of |Pontchar|train |····|····|···· | | | |
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