Hank Williams
On the Banks of the Old Pontchartrain
I traveled from Texas to old LouisanneThrough valleys, o'er mountains and plainsBoth footsore and weary I rested awhileOn the banks of the old Pontchartrain.The fairest young maiden that I ever sawPassed by as it started to rainWe both found a shelter beneath the same treeOn the banks of the old Pontchartrain.We hid from the shower an hour or soShe asked me how long I'd remainI told her that I'd spend the rest of my daysOn the banks of the old Pontchartrain.I just couldn't tell her that I ran awayFrom jail on a West Texas plainI prayed in my heart I would never be foundOn the banks of the old Pontchartrain.Then one day a man put his hand on my armAnd said I must go west againI left her alone without saying goodbyeOn the banks of the old Pontchartrain.Tonight as I sit here alone in my cellI know that she's waiting in vainI'm hoping and praying someday to returnOn the banks of the old Pontchartrain
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