Nanci Griffith – Banks Of The Pontchartrain (Guitar)

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"BANKS OF THE PONCHARTRAIN" by Nanci Griffith [Intro] F [Verse 1]
                F             Bb                F
Well, I'm going back where my garden blooms all year

          Am                Gm               F
Where the wintertime speaks softly in the falling rain

              F          Bb               F
And I'm going back to my green-eyed lover there

        Am              Bb                F
We will dance along the banks of old Lake Ponchartrain
[Verse 2] Oh, I've grown pale beneath the streets of Montreal Where the voices ring like bells in French-Canadian And the rivers stand imprisoned till the thaws I am alone at night and dream of my own Pontchartrain [Chorus]
C7
Take me to the station

     Bb                           F
I am late to catch my south-bound train

              C7
And I'm gonna call my cousin Libby

            Bb                                F
She will be waitin' by the tracks when I roll in

              Am
Oh, I'm gonna roll across America

        Bb                             F
Just to stand beside my Ponchartrain again
[Verse 3] These old rails shake like thunder through the night Soon I'll have my green-eyed lover's arms to comfort me Oh, I can see my cousin Libby by his side Oh, her hair will flow in waves like on Lake Pontchartrain [Chorus]
C7
Take me to the station

     Bb                           F
I am late to catch my south-bound train

              C7
And I'm gonna call my cousin Libby

            Bb                                F
She will be waitin' by the tracks when I roll in

              Am
Oh, I'm gonna roll across America

        Bb                             F
Just to stand beside my Ponchartrain again
[Verse 4] 'Cause I'm going back where my garden blooms all year Where the wintertime speaks softly in the fallin' rain And I'm goin' back to my green-eyed lover there We will dance along the banks of old Lake Pontchartrain We will dance along the banks of old Lake Pontchartrain Yes, we will dance along the banks of old Lake Pontchartrain And here comes the train ...