Cifras
Banks Of The Pontchartrain

Tom: F

Introdução:

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                          F                                 Bb                                         F  
I'm going back where my garden blooms all year
                          Am                                            Gm                                         F  
Where the winter time speaks softly in the falling rain
                                                          Bb                                      F  
I'm going back to my green-eyed lover there
                     Am                                    Bb                                         F  
We will dance along the banks of old Lake Ponchartrain
C  
Take me to the station
             Bb                                                                      F  
I am late to catch my south-bound train
                                  C  
Oh I'm gonna call my cousin Libby
                                Bb                                                                                    F  
She will be waitin' by the tracks when I roll in
                                          Am  
(And) I'm gonna roll across America
                     Bb                                                                            F  
Just to stand beside my Ponchartrain again
                        F                         Bb                                              F  
Oh' I've grown pale beneath the streets of Montreal
                          Am                                      Gm                                    F  
Where the voices ring like bells in French-Canadian
                                                        Bb                                    F  
And the rivers stand imprisoned till the thaws
             Am                                            Bb                                    F  
I am alone at night and dream of my own Pontchartrain
                          F                            Bb                                                 F  
These old rails shake like thunder through the night
                          Am                                            Gm                                    F  
Soon I'll have my green-eyed lover's arms to comfort me
                                             Bb                                              F  
Oh, I can see my cousin Libby by his side
                        Am                            Bb                                            F  
Her hair will flow in waves like on Lake Pontchartrain
                          F                                 Bb                                         F  
I'm going back where my garden blooms all year
                          Am                                         Gm                              F  
Where the wintertime speaks softly in the fallin' rain
                                                        Bb                                      F  
I'm goin' back to my green-eyed lover there
                  Am                                      Bb                                      F  
And we will dance along the banks of old Lake Pontchartrain
                  Am                                      Bb                                      F  
Yes we will dance along the banks of old Lake Pontchartrain
                     Am                                    Bb                                         F  
We will dance along the banks of old Lake Pontchartrain
F  
And here comes the train