On The Banks of The Old Ponchartrain — текст песни (Hank Williams)

Recorded by: hank williams, sr.

Written by: hank williams sr. & ramona vincent



I [a] travelled from [a7] texas to [d] old louis-[a] anne

Thru valleys, oer mountains and [e7] plains

Both [a] footsore and [a7] weary I [d] rested a-[a] while

On the [e7] banks of the old ponchar-[a] train.



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 ponchartrain.



We hid from the shower an hour or so

She asked me how long Id remain

I told her that Id spend the rest of my days

On the banks of the old ponchartrain.



I just couldnt 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 ponchartrain.



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 ponchartrain.



Tonight as I sit here alone in my cell

I know that shes waiting in vain

Im hoping and praying someday to return

To the banks of the old ponchartrain.