All right, we'll keep this
Louisiana vibe going.
This is a song off our new record.
It's an old folk song about a man
who falls in love with a beautiful
Louisiana girl.
We'll
We'll see
It was on one fine
March morning that I bid
New
Orleans adieu
And I took the road to
Jackson
Town with my fortunes to renew
There I could have borrowed money,
no credit could I get
It set my heart to longing for
the banks of the
Pontchartrain
And I hopped on board a railroad
car beneath the morning sun
And I rode the rides till the evening,
then I laid me down again
How strange is that, no friends to meet
Till a dark girl talks
McCabe
I fell in love with a
Creole girl
On the banks of the
Pontchartrain
And I say, my pretty
Creole girl
My money, it is no good
If it weren't for the alligators
I'd be sleepin' out in the woods
You're welcome here, kind stranger
Though our house it is quite plain
But we've never turned a stranger out
On the banks of
Pontchartrain
She took me to her mommy's house
Treated me quite well
Her hair in jet black ringlets
Around her shoulders fell
To try and fake her beauty
I sure would be in vain
So handsome was that pretty old girl
On the banks of the
Parcher
Train
So I asked that girl to marry me,
she said it could never be
For she had got a lover
and he was far at sea
She said that she would wait for him,
true she would remain
Till he returned to his pre -old girl
On the banks of the
Parcher train
So fare you well, my
Creole girl I'll never see thee no more
But I won't forget your kindness
In the cottage by the shore
And at the big social gathering
A full glass I'll drink
And I'll take a hug to my pre -old girl
On the banks of the