Banks Of The Pontchartrain by Nanci Griffith
Key: FF | Capo: 0fr |  Left-Handed 

    



          F             Bb                F
I'm going back where my garden blooms all year
          Am                 Gm                F
Where the winter time speaks softly in the falling rain
                      Bb               F
I'm going back to my green-eyed lover there
        Am              Bb                F
We will dance along the banks of old Lake Ponchartrain
 
 
***Chorus:** 
C            
Take me to the station 
     Bb                           F
I am late to catch my south-bound train 
             C       
Oh I'm gonna call my cousin Libby 
            Bb                                F
She will be waitin' by the tracks when I roll in 
                Am
(And) I'm gonna roll across America  
        Bb                             F
Just to stand beside my Ponchartrain again
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         F          Bb                  F
Oh' I've grown pale beneath the streets of Montreal
          Am               Gm              F
Where the voices ring like bells in French-Canadian
                     Bb              F
And the rivers stand imprisoned till the thaws
     Am                 Bb              F
I am alone at night and dream of my own Pontchartrain
          F           Bb                   F 
These old rails shake like thunder through the night
          Am                 Gm              F
Soon I'll have my green-eyed lover's arms to comfort me
                 Bb                  F
Oh, I can see my cousin Libby by his side
         Am           Bb                 F
Her hair will flow in waves like on Lake Pontchartrain
          F             Bb                F 
I'm going back where my garden blooms all year
          Am                Gm            F
Where the wintertime speaks softly in the fallin' rain
                     Bb               F
I'm goin' back to my green-eyed lover there
       Am               Bb               F
And we will dance along the banks of old Lake Pontchartrain
       Am               Bb               F
Yes we will dance along the banks of old Lake Pontchartrain
        Am              Bb                F
We will dance along the banks of old Lake Pontchartrain
F
And here comes the train