BANKS OF THE PONTCHARTRAIN (Nanci Griffith)
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[Actually in F; capo 5]

          C             F                 C     C
I'm going back where my garden blooms all year
          Em                  Dm              C         C
Where the winter time speaks softly in the falling rain
          C          F                C     C
I'm going back to my green-eyed lover there
            Em              F                  C
Oh we will dance along the banks of old Lake Pontchartrain

G                G
Take me to the station
      F               F           C     C    C    C
I am late to catch my south-bound train
             G               G
Oh I'm gonna call my cousin Libby
              F              F                C    C    C    C
She will be waiting by the tracks when I roll in
             Em            Em
Oh I'm gonna roll across America
        F                 F            C    C    C    C
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 thaw
I am alone at night and dream of my own Pontchartrain

Take me to the station, I am late to catch my south-bound train
I'm gonna call my cousin Libby, she'll be waiting by the tracks when I roll in
Oh I'm gonna roll across America just to stand beside my Pontchartrain again

Oooooh... [same chords as verse on "oohs"]

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
Oh her hair will flow in waves like on Lake Pontchartrain

Take me to the station, I am late to catch my south-bound train
I'm gonna call my cousin Libby, she'll be waiting by the tracks when I roll in
Oh I'm gonna roll across America just to stand beside my Pontchartrain again
'Cause I'm going back where my garden blooms all year
Where the wintertime speaks softly in the falling rain
And I'm going back to my green-eyed lover there
And we will dance along the banks of old Lake Pontchartrain
We will dance along the banks of old Lake Pontchartrain
Yes we will dance along the banks of old Lake Pontchartrain

Oo oo ooooh...
Oo oo ooooh...
Here comes the train, and it goes oooooh....

- transcribed by Adam Schneider, http://adamschneider.net/