On the Banks of the Old Pontchartrain
| Artist: | Hank Williams |
| Writer: | Hank Williams |
I traveled from Texas to old Louisianne
Through valleys, o'er mountains and plains
Both footsore and weary, I rested a while
On the banks of the old Pontchartrain
The fairest young maiden that I ever saw
Passed by as it started to rain
We both found a shelter beneath the same tree
On the banks of the old Pontchartrain
I ventured a smile but she thought I was bold
I hastened to try and explain
But I knew that somehow I would linger a while
On the Banks of the Old Pontchartrain
We hid from the shower an hour or so
She asked me how long I'd remain
I told her that I'd spend the rest of my days
On the banks of the old Pontchartrain
As time drifted by we fell deeper in love
A love that could just bring her pain
For I knew that someday I would leave her alone
On the banks of the old Pontchartrain
I just couldn't tell her that I ran away
From jail on a West Texas plain
I prayed in my heart I would never be found
On the banks of the old Pontchartrain
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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