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
My Old Raincoat lyrics


Oh no
She's giving back my old raincoat
The one i said she could keep
Okay
She's taking back her umbrella
Well that's alright with me

Oh why
I feel like i'm a fighter
Who onl
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.
 
U-men lyrics

They seem to live in Panavision
On a TV screen or in a non-stop dream
UNIDENTIFIED MEN

I think it ain't just

At the first glance, I knew there was no chance
To come into contact or to
  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
Stagnate lyrics

mt: oh yes i'm back again, i'm on tha mic, talking about the crap and
you know that i'm that type, just hanging around and i never get the
grip, but now i'm fucking serious and i'm feel
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.