<9211120024.AA14600@ucscb.UCSC.EDU> To: jamesb@nevada.edu Subject: Nanci_Griffith/BanksOfThePontchartrain.crd "BANKS OF THE PONCHARTRAIN," by Nanci Griffith [Capo 3]

I'm going ^Fback where my ^Bbgarden blooms all ^Fyear Where the ^Amwinter time speaks ^Gmsoftly in the fall^Fing rain

I'm going back to my ^Bbgreen-eyed lover ^Fthere We will ^Amdance along the ^Bbbanks of old Lake ^FPonchartrain

Chorus:

^CTake me to the station I am ^Bblate to catch my south-bound ^Ftrain

Oh I'm gonna ^Ccall my cousin Libby She will be ^Bbwaitin' by the tracks when I roll ^Fin

(And) I'm gonna ^Amroll across America Just to ^Bbstand beside my Ponchartrain ag^Fain

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 . . .

Nanci Griffith - Banks of the pontchartrain