C C7 F C
I travelled from Texas to old Louisanne
G7
Through valleys over mountains and plains
C C7 F C
Both footsore and weary I rested awhile
G7 C
On the banks of the old Pontchartrain
C7 F C
The fairest young maiden that I ever saw
G7
Passed by as it started to rain
C C7 F C
We both found a shelter beneath the same tree
G7 C
On the banks of the old Pontchartrain
C7 F C
We hid from the shower an hour or so
G7
She asked me how long I’d remain
C C7 F C
I told her that I’d spend the rest of my days
G7 C
On the banks of the old Pontchartrain
C7 F C
I just couldn’t tell her that I ran away
G7
From a jail on the West Texas plain
C C7 F C
I prayed in my heart I would never be found
G7 C
On the banks of the old Pontchartrain
C7 F C
Then one day a man put his hand on my arm
G7
And said I must go west again
C C7 F C
I left her alone without saying goodbye
G7 C
On the banks of the old Pontchartrain
C7 F C
Tonight as I sit here alone in my cell
G7
I know that she’s waiting in vain
C C7 F C
I’m hoping and praying someday to return
G7 C
To the banks of the old Pontchartrain
I travelled from Texas to old Louisanne
G7
Through valleys over mountains and plains
C C7 F C
Both footsore and weary I rested awhile
G7 C
On the banks of the old Pontchartrain
C7 F C
The fairest young maiden that I ever saw
G7
Passed by as it started to rain
C C7 F C
We both found a shelter beneath the same tree
G7 C
On the banks of the old Pontchartrain
C7 F C
We hid from the shower an hour or so
G7
She asked me how long I’d remain
C C7 F C
I told her that I’d spend the rest of my days
G7 C
On the banks of the old Pontchartrain
C7 F C
I just couldn’t tell her that I ran away
G7
From a jail on the West Texas plain
C C7 F C
I prayed in my heart I would never be found
G7 C
On the banks of the old Pontchartrain
C7 F C
Then one day a man put his hand on my arm
G7
And said I must go west again
C C7 F C
I left her alone without saying goodbye
G7 C
On the banks of the old Pontchartrain
C7 F C
Tonight as I sit here alone in my cell
G7
I know that she’s waiting in vain
C C7 F C
I’m hoping and praying someday to return
G7 C
To the banks of the old Pontchartrain