Nanci Griffith: Banks Of The Pontchartrain

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"BANKS OF THE PONCHARTRAIN," by Nanci Griffith

[Capo 3]
 
          F             Bb                F
I'm going back where my garden blooms all year
 
          Am                 Gm                F
Where the winter time speaks softly in the falling rain
 
                     Bb               F
I'm going back to my green-eyed lover there
 
        Am              Bb                F
We will dance along the banks of old Lake Ponchartrain
 
 
Chorus:
 
C            
Take me to the station
 
     Bb                           F
I am late to catch my south-bound train
 
             C       
Oh I'm gonna call my cousin Libby
 
            Bb                                F
She will be waitin' by the tracks when I roll in
 
                Am
(And) I'm gonna roll across America 
 
        Bb                             F
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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