Artisto: | The Coronas (English) |
Uzanto: | Colin wilson |
Daŭro: | 130 sekundoj |
Komenca paŭzo: | 12 sekundoj |
Tononoma sistemo: | Ne definita |
Sakra: | |
Komentoj pri tabulaturo: | - |
Standard Tuning
Capo 4th Fret
[Verse 1]
G C D Em C D G
It was one fine March morning I bid New Orleans adieu
G D Em D G D G C
And I took the road to Jackson town, my fortune to renew
G D Em D G D G C
I cursed all foreign money, no credit could I gain
G C D Em C D G
Which filled my heart with longing for the lakes of Pontchartrain
[Verse 2]
G C D Em C D G
I stepped on board of a railroad car beneath the morning sun
G D Em D G D G C
I rode the roads till evening and I laid me down again
G D Em D G D G C
No friends to me all strangers till a dark girl towards me came
G C D Em C D G
And I fell in love with my Creole girl by the lakes of Pontchartrain
[Verse 3]
G C D Em C D G
I said My pretty Creole girl, my money here's no good
G D Em D G D G C
If it weren't for all the alligators, I'd sleep out in the woods
G D Em D G D G C
She said You're welcome here, kind stranger, our house is very plain
G C D Em C D G
But we never turned a stranger away by the lakes of Pontchartrain
[Verse 4]
G C D Em C D G
She took me to her Mammy's house, and treated me right well
G D Em D G D G C
The hair upon her shoulders in jet black ringlets fell
G D Em D G D G C
To try and paint her beauty, I'm sure it would be in vain
G C D Em C D G
So handsome was my Creole girl by the lakes of Pontchartrain
[Verse 5]
G C D Em C D G
I asked her if she'd marry me, She said it would never be
G D Em D G D C
For she had got a lover and he was far at sea
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She said that she would wait for him and true she would remain
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Till he'd return to his Creole girl on the lakes of Pontchartrain
[Verse 6]
G C D Em C D G
Its fare thee well, me Creole girl, may I never see you more
G D Em D G D G C
I'll never forget your kindness in the cottage by the shore
G D Em D G D G C
And at each social gathering, a flowing bowl I'll drain
G C D Em C D G
And I'll drink a health to my Creole by the lakes of Pontchartrain