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[Capo 3]
FA SIb FA
I'm going back where my garden blooms all year
LAm SOLm FA
Where the winter time speaks softly in the falling rain
SIb FA
I'm going back to my green-eyed lover there
LAm SIb FA
We will dance along the banks of old Lake Ponchartrain
Chorus
DO
Take me to the station
SIb FA
I am late to catch my south-bound train
DO
Oh I'm gonna call my cousin Libby
SIb FA
She will be waitin' by the tracks when I roll in
LAm
(And) I'm gonna roll across America
SIb FA
Just to stand beside my Ponchartrain again
Oh' I've grown pale beneath the streets of Montreal
Where the voices ring like bells in French-Canadian
And the rivers stand imprisoned till the thaws
I am alone at night and dream of my own Pontchartrain
These old rails shake like thunder through the night
Soon I'll have my green-eyed lover's arms to comfort me
Oh, I can see my cousin Libby by his side
Her hair will flow in waves like on Lake Pontchartrain
I'm going back where my garden blooms all year
Where the wintertime speaks softly in the fallin' rain
I'm goin' back to my green-eyed lover there
And we will dance along the banks of old Lake Pontchartrain
Yes we will dance along the banks of old Lake Pontchartrain
We will dance along the banks of old Lake Pontchartrain
And here comes the train . . .
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