Capo 3rd fret

Standard (EADGBE)

I'm going back where my garden blooms all year

Where the winter time speaks softly in the falling rain

I'm going back to my green-eyed lover there

We will dance along the banks of old Lake Ponchartrain

Chorus

Take me to the station

I am late to catch my south-bound train

Oh I'm gonna call my cousin Libby

She will be waitin' by the tracks when I roll in

And I'm gonna roll across America

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 . . .