The Story Is Everything - The Lakes of Pontchartrain

‘Twas on a fine March morning I bid New Orleans adieu
And I took the road to Jackson town, my fortune to renew
I cursed all foreign money, no credit could I gain
Which filled my heart with longing for the lakes of Pontchartrain
I stowed aboard a railroad car beneath the morning sun
I rode the rails ‘til evening then finally laid me down
All strangers here, no friend to me, til a dark girl toward me came
And I fell in love with that creole girl by the lakes of Pontchartrain

Written by:
Tanya Voorhees

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