Текст и слова песни George Jones – On The Banks Of The Ponchertrain
I've traveled from Texas to old Louisiane
Through valleys, over mountains and plains
Both foot sore and weary, I rested awhile
On the banks of the old Ponchertrain
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 Ponchertrain
I ventured a smile but the thought I was home
I hastened to try and explain
But somehow I knew I would linger awhile
On the banks of the old Ponchertrain
We hid from the shower an hour or so
She asked me how long I'd remain
Well, I told her that I'd spend the rest of my days
On the banks of the old Ponchertrain
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 Ponchertrain
Tonight as I sit here alone in my cell
I know that she's waiting for me
I'm hoping and praying someday she'll return
To the banks of the old Ponchertrain
On the banks of the old Ponchertrain
Through valleys, over mountains and plains
Both foot sore and weary, I rested awhile
On the banks of the old Ponchertrain
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 Ponchertrain
I ventured a smile but the thought I was home
I hastened to try and explain
But somehow I knew I would linger awhile
On the banks of the old Ponchertrain
We hid from the shower an hour or so
She asked me how long I'd remain
Well, I told her that I'd spend the rest of my days
On the banks of the old Ponchertrain
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 Ponchertrain
Tonight as I sit here alone in my cell
I know that she's waiting for me
I'm hoping and praying someday she'll return
To the banks of the old Ponchertrain
On the banks of the old Ponchertrain
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