Rose Maddox
On the Banks of the Old Ponchartrain
I traveled from Texas to old Louisianne through valleys o'er mountains and plainsBoth footsore and weary I rested awhile on the banks of the old PontchartrainThe fairest young man that I ever did see passed by as it started to rainWe both found a shelter beneath the same tree on the banks of the old PontchartrainWe hid from the shower an hour or so he asked me how long I'd remainI told him that I'd spend the rest of my days on the banks of the old PontchartrainI just couldn't tell him that I ran away from jail on a west Texas plainI prayed in my heart I would never be found on the banks of the old PontchartrainThen one day a man put his hand on my arm and said I must go west againI left him alone without saying goodbye on the banks of the old PontchartrainTonight as I sit here alone in my cell I know that he's waiting in vainI'm hoping and praying someday to return on the banks of the old Pontchartrain
From Letras Mania