hank williams
on the banks of the pontchartrain
I traveled from Texas to old Louisanne Through valleys, o'er mountains and plains Both footsore and weary, I rested awhile On the banks of the old Pontchartrain  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 Pontchartrain  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 Pontchartrain  I just couldn't tell her that I ran away From jail on a West Texas plane I prayed in my heart, I would never be found On the banks of the old Pontchartrain  Then one day a man put his hand on my arm And said I must go west again I left her alone without saying goodbye On the banks of the old Pontchartrain  Tonight as I sit here alone in my cell I know that she's waiting in vain I'm hoping and praying someday to return To the banks of the old Pontchartrain 