by Harvey Reid
                    from Of Wind and Water
    (traditional)


    Twas on one bright morning I bid New Orleans adieu
    And I took the Road to Jackson town, my fortunes to renew.
    I cursed all foreign money, no credit could I gain.
    Which filled my heart with longing for the lakes of Pontchartrain.

    I climbed on board of a railroad car all in the morning sun
    And I rode the rods till evening and I lay me down again.
    All strangers were no friends to me til the dark road towards me came.
    And I fell in love with a Creole girl, by the lakes of Pontchartrain.

    And I said "Me pretty Creole girl, my money here's no good
    If it weren't for the alligators, I'd sleep out in the wood."
    "Your welcome here kind stranger, our house is very plain.
    But we never turn a stanger out, on the lakes of Pontchartrain."

    And she took me to her mammy's house, she treated me quite well.
    The hair upon her shoulders in jet black ringlets fell.
    To try to paint her beauty there, I'm sure would be in vain,
    So handsome was my Creole girl, on the lakes of Pontchartrain.

    And I asked her would she marry me, she said "That never could be."
    For she had got a lover, and he was far at sea.
    She said that she would wait for him, and true she would remain,
    Till he returned to his Creole girl, on the lakes of Pontchartrain.

    So fair thee well my Creole girl, I'll never see you no more.
    I'll never forget your kindness in the cottage by the shore,
    And at each social gathering, a foamy glass I'll drain.
    And I'll drink a health to my Creole girl on the lakes of Pontchartrain