Guitar tuning: Open G (DBGDGD), no capo
Chords:
(from 1st to 6th strings)
(`x' means mute string)
00000x - SOL1
0(12)0xxx - SOL2
x5055x - DO1
x1x22x - DO2
xx2x2x - RE1
x3x44x - RE2
x7x77x - RE3
x3400x - RE4
x0044x - SIm
x8x99x - FA#m
0350x0 - RE7
Intro: ( h = hammer on)
----------------------0-------0------0--------------------0---------------0------
---3--5--3--5---h---0---0---0------0-------------5-------12-------5-------12--
-0-------------2^4--------2------0-------------0---0------0-----0-----0---0------
---------------0-----------------------2-4---5-------5--------5-----5---0--------
---0--5--0--5------------------------------5-----------0----5--------------------
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SOL1 DO1 RE2 DO1 SOL1 RE1 RE4 DO2 RE3 SOL1 DO2 RE2 DO1
Twas on one bright March morning I bid New Orleans adieu
SOL1 SIm FA#m RE3 DO1 RE2 DO2 SOL1 DO2 RE2 DO1
And I took the road to Jackson town, my fortune to renew.
SOL1 SIm FA#m RE3 DO1 RE2 DO2 SOL1 DO2 RE2 DO1
I cursed all foreign money, no credit could I gain.
SOL1 DO1 RE2 DO1 RE7 SOL1 DO1 RE7 SOL1 DO1 SOL2 DO1 SOL2
Which filled my heart with longing for the lakes of Pontchartrain.
I stepped on board of a railroad car beneath the morning sun
I rode the rods til evening and I laid me down again.
All strangers were no friends to me til a dark girl towards me came.
And I fell in love with a Creole girl, by the lakes of Pontchartrain.
I said "Me pretty Creole girl, my money here's no good
And if it weren't for the alligators, I'd sleep out in the wood."
"Your welcome here kind stranger, our house is very plain.
And we never turned a stanger out, on the banks of Pontchartrain."
She took me in to her mammy's house and treated me quite well.
The hair upon her shoulders in jet black ringlets fell.
To try to paint her beauty, I'm sure would be in vain,
So handsome was my Creole girl, on the lakes of Pontchartrain.
I asked her if she'd marry me, she said "This could never 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 never may see no more.
But 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 by the lakes of Pontchartrain.
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