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I travelCed from Texas tC7o low LoFuisian',C
Through valleys, o'er mountains and pG7lain.
Both Cfootsore and C7weary, I rFested a Cwhile
On the G7banks of the Old Pontchar-Ctrain.
The fairest young mC7aiden that FI ever sCaw
Passed by as it started to G7rain.
We Cboth found a sC7helter benFeath the same Ctree
On the G7banks of the Old Pontchar-Ctrain.
I ventured a C7smile, but she tFhought I was Cbold.
I hastened to try and expG7lain,
But Csomehow I C7knew I would Flinger a wChile
On the G7banks of the Old Pontchar-Ctrain.
We hid from the sC7hower an Fhour or Cso.
She asked me how long I'd rG7emain.
I tCold her IC7'd spend the Frest of my lCife
On the G7banks of the Old Pontchar-Ctrain.
As time drifted C7by, we fell dFeeper in Clove,
A love that could just bring her G7pain.
I Cknew that one dC7ay I would Fleave her alCone
On the bG7anks of the Old Pontchar-Ctrain.
I just couldn't C7tell her that FI ran aCway
From jail on an old Texas pG7lain.
I Cprayed in my hC7eart I would nFever be fCound
On the bG7anks of the Old Pontchar-Ctrain.
Then one day a man put his hand on my arm
And said I must go west again.
I left her alone without saying goodbye,
On the banks of the Old Pontchartrain.
Tonight as I sit here alone in my cell,
I know that she's waiting in vain.
I'm hoping and praying someday to return
To the banks of the Old Pontchartrain.
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