Hank Williams
On the Banks of the Pontchartrain
I traveled from Texas to old LouisanneThrough valleys, o'er mountains and plainsBoth footsore and weary, I rested awhileOn the banks of the old PontchartrainThe fairest young maiden that I ever sawPassed by as it started to rainWe both found a shelter beneath the same treeOn the banks of the old PontchartrainWe hid from the shower, an hour or soShe asked me, how long I'd remain?I told her that I'd spend the rest of my daysOn the banks of the old PontchartrainI just couldn't tell her that I ran awayFrom jail on a West Texas planeI prayed in my heart, I would never be foundOn the banks of the old PontchartrainThen one day a man put his hand on my armAnd said I must go west againI left her alone without saying goodbyeOn the banks of the old PontchartrainTonight as I sit here alone in my cellI know that she's waiting in vainI'm hoping and praying someday to returnTo the banks of the old Pontchartrain
From Letras Mania