The Lakes of Pontchartrain
                by Harvey Reid
                    from Of Wind and Water
    (traditional)


    Twas on one bright morning I bid New Orleans adieu
    And I took the Road to Jackson town, my fortunes to renew.
    I cursed all foreign money, no credit could I gain.
    Which filled my heart with longing for the lakes of Pontchartrain.

    I climbed on board of a railroa
Its Time Chapter Three lyrics

IT'S TIME! (CHAPTER THREE)
Large and tall ones, short and small ones
working  round a frame.
The pieces fit so perfectly
like some large metal game.
The time draws near and with it fear
d car all in the morning sun
    And I rode the rods till evening and I lay me down again.
    All strangers were no friends to me til the dark road towards me came.
    And I fell in love with a Creole girl, by the lakes of Pontchartrain.

    And I said "Me pretty Creole girl, my money here's no good
    If it weren't for the alligators, I'd sleep out in the wood."
    "Your welcome here kind stranger, our house is very plain.
 
Killing lyrics

You, you're driving me insane
 But you know there's something wrong with my brain
 My head is really in a whirl
 Where you look just like a normal girl

 Chorus:
 But you don't really c
  But we never turn a stanger out, on the lakes of Pontchartrain."

    And she took me to her mammy's house, she treated me quite well.
    The hair upon her shoulders in jet black ringlets fell.
    To try to paint her beauty there, I'm sure would be in vain,
    So handsome was my Creole girl, on the lakes of Pontchartrain.

    And I asked her would she marry me, she said "That never could be."
    For she had got a lover, and
Molly Coddled lyrics

Not exactly in the lap of luxury, you were not quite of blue blood, but =
you know you went to bed with a belly full of supper, you were safe as a =
bug in a rug, you were swaddled and 
he was far at sea.
    She said that she would wait for him, and true she would remain,
    Till he returned to his Creole girl, on the lakes of Pontchartrain.

    So fair thee well my Creole girl, I'll never see you no more.
    I'll never forget your kindness in the cottage by the shore,
    And at each social gathering, a foamy glass I'll drain.
    And I'll drink a health to my Creole girl on the lakes of Pontchartrain.