Hank Williams On the Banks of the Old Pontchartrain

I travelled from texas to old louisanne

Thru valleys, oer mountains and plains

Both footsore and weary I rested awhile

On the banks of the old ponchartrain.



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 Id remain

I told her that Id spend the rest of my days

On the banks of the old ponchartrain.



I just couldnt 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 shes waiting in vain

Im hoping and praying someday to return

To the banks of the old ponchartrain.