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Recorded by: Hank Williams, Sr.
Written by: Hank Williams Sr. & Ramona Vincent
I A travelled from A7 Texas to D old Louis-A anne
Thru valleys, o'er mountains and E7 plains
Both A footsore and A7 weary I D rested a-A while
On The E7 Banks Of The Old Ponchar-A train.
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 Ponchartrain.
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 Ponchartrain.
I just couldn't tell her that I ran away
From jail on a West Texas plain
I prayed in my heart I would never be found
On The Banks Of The Old Ponchartrain.
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 Ponchartrain.
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 Ponchartrain.