Paroles de On The Banks Of The Old Ponchartrain

I've travelled from Texas To Old Loussianne Through mountains and valleys and plains Footsore and weary I rested a while On the banks of old Pontchartrain The fairest young maiden That I ever saw passed by when it started to rain We both found a shelter Beneath the same tree On the banks of old Pontchartrain I ventured a smile but she thought I was bold I hastened to try and explain Somehow I knew I would linger a while On the banks of old Pontchartrain We hid from the shower and hour or so She asked me how long I'd remain I told her I spend the rest of my days On the banks of old Pontchartrain As time drifted by we fell deeper in love A love that would just bring her pain I knew that one day I would leave her alone On the banks of old Pontchartrain I just couldn't tell her that I ran away From a jail on the West Texas plain I prayed in my heart I would never be found To the banks of old Pontchartrain Then one day a man put a hand on my arm Said I must go west the same day I said I couldn't without saying goodbye On the banks of old Pontchartrain Tonight I sit here alone in my cell I know that she is waiting in vain And hoping and praying someday to return On the banks of old Pontchartrain