文本歌词

On the Banks of the Old Ponchartrain - Rose Maddox
I traveled from Texas to old Louisianne through
Valleys o'er mountains and plains
Both footsore and weary
I rested awhile on the banks of the old Ponchartrain
The fairest young man that
I ever did see passed by as it started to rain
We both found a shelter beneath the same tree
On the banks of the old Ponchartrain
We hid from the shower an hour or so he asked me
How long I'd remain
I told him that I'd spend the rest of my days
On the banks of the old Ponchartrain
I just couldn't tell him that
I ran away from jail on a west Texas plain
I prayed in my heart
I would never be found on the banks of the old Ponchartrain
Then one day a man put his hand on my arm and said
I must go west again
I left him alone without saying goodbye
On the banks of the old Ponchartrain
Tonight as I sit here alone in my cell
I know that he's waiting in vain
I'm hoping and praying someday to return
To the banks of the old Ponchartrain