#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## <9211120024.AA14600@ucscb.UCSC.EDU> To: jamesb@nevada.edu Subject: Nanci_Griffith/BanksOfThePontchartrain.crd "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 . . .