Cifras
Lakes Of Pontchartrain

Tom: C

Introdução:

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          It was one fine March morning I bid New Orleans adieu,
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          and I took the road to Jackson town, my fortune                 to renew.
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          I cursed all foreign mo..ney, no credit                    could I gain,
                                C              Em                                 Am         G                              F                                         C         G  
          till I fell in love with the Creole girl by the lakes of Pontchartrain.
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          She took me into her Mamma's house, and treated me right well,
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          the hair upon her shoulders in jet black ringlets fell.
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          To try and paint her beauty, I knew, it would be in vain,
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          so handsome was my Creole girl by the lakes of Pontchartrain.
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          I asked her if she'd marry me, she said that ne'er could be,
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          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.
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          It's fare thee well, my Creole girl, I never will see you more,
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          I won't forget your kindness in the cottage by the shore.
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          And at each social gathering, a flowing bowl I'll drain,
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          and I'll drink a health to my Creole girl by the lakes of Pontchartrain.