On The Banks Of The Ponchatrain - 2019 - Remaster

Barry had you remember, On The Banks Of The Old Ponchatrain?
Huh? I think it, you sure?
Well, let's throw down by New Orleans and go swimmin' in the lake
Let's go

I traveled from Texas to old Louisanne
Through valleys, o'er mountains and plains
Both footsore and weary, I rested a while
On the banks of the old Ponchatrain

The fairest young maiden that I ever saw
Passed by as it started to rain
We both found a shelter beneath the same tree
On the banks of the old Ponchatrain

I ventured a smile but she thought I was bold
I hastened to try and explain
But somehow I knew I would linger a while
On the banks of the old Ponchatrain

We hid from the shower an hour or so
She asked me how long I'd remain
I told her that I'd spend the rest of my days
On the banks of the old Ponchatrain

As time drifted by we fell deeper in love
A love that could just bring her pain
For I knew that one day I would leave her alone
On the banks of the old Ponchatrain

I just couldn't tell her that I ran away
From jail on a West Texas plain
But I prayed in my heart I would never be found
On the banks of the old Ponchatrain

Then one day a man put his hand on my arm
And said I must go west again
And I left her alone without saying goodbye
On the banks of the old Ponchatrain

Tonight as I sit here alone in my cell
I know that she's waiting in vain
And I'm hoping and praying someday to return
To the banks of the old Ponchatrain

One of the first things I ever wrote and recorded uncle Louis
By you Ponchatrain, by the old Ponchatrain
That's where they catch big shoe pig and big craw fish
New Orleans? Yeah, man