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Intro 1 2 3 1 2 3 
                                                
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It was on one bright March morn-ing I bid New Orleans a-dieu. 
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And I took the road to Jackson town my fortune to re-new, 
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I cursed all foreign mon-ey no credit could I gain, 
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Which filled my heart with longing for the lakes of Pontchar-train 
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I stepped on board a railroad car be-neath the morning sun, 
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I rode the roads till even-ing and I laid me down a-gain, 
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All strangers there no friends to me till a dark girl towards me came, 
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And I fell in love with a Creole girl by the lakes of Pontchar-train 
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I said, "My pretty Creole girl my money here's no good, 
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But if it weren't for the all-i-gat-ors I'd sleep out in the wood". 
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"You're welcome here kind strang-er our house is very plain. 
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But we never turn a stranger out from the lakes of Pontchar-train" 2 3 G 2 3 
                                                  
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She took me into her mammy's house and treated me quite well, 
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The hair up-on her should-er in jet black ringlets fell. 
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To try and paint her beaut-y I'm sure it would be in vain, 
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So handsome was my Creole girl by the lakes of Pontchar-train 
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I asked her if she'd marry me she said it could never be, 
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For she had got an-oth-er and he was far at sea. 
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She said that she would wait for him and true she would re-main. 
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Till he re-turned for his Creole girl by the lakes of Pontchar-train 
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So fare thee well my Creole girl I ne’er will see you more, 
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But I'll never forget your kind-ness in the cottage by the shore. 
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And at each social gather-ing a flowing glass I'll drain 
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And I'll drink a health to my Creole girl and the lakes of Pontchar-train 2 3 
                                                          
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