[00:05.34]I traveled from Texas to old Louisanne
[00:10.14]Through valleys, o'er mountains and plains
[00:16.26]Both footsore and weary I rested awhile
[00:20.22]On the banks of the old Pontchartrain.
[00:23.07]The fairest young maiden that I ever saw
[00:30.00]Passed by as it started to rain
[00:36.99]We both found a shelter beneath the same tree
[00:40.20]On the banks of the old Pontchartrain.
[01:05.28]We hid from the shower an hour or so
[01:10.26]She asked me how long I'd remain
[01:16.11]I told her that I'd spend the rest of my days
[01:20.43]On the banks of the old Pontchartrain.
[01:46.20]I just couldn't tell her that I ran away
[01:50.70]From jail on a West Texas plain
[01:56.13]I prayed in my heart I would never be found
[02:00.69]On the banks of the old Pontchartrain.
[02:04.26]Then one day a man put his hand on my arm
[02:11.76]And said I must go west again
[02:18.15]I left her alone without saying goodbye
[02:22.14]On the banks of the old Pontchartrain.
[02:25.02]Tonight as I sit here alone in my cell
[02:33.00]I know that she's waiting in vain
[02:38.52]I'm hoping and praying someday to return
[02:43.29]On the banks of the old Pontchartrain

I traveled from Texas to old Louisanne
Through valleys, o'er mountains and plains
Both footsore and weary I rested awhile
On the banks of the old Pontchartrain.
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 Pontchartrain.
We hid from the shower an hour or so
She asked me how long I'd remain
I told her that I'd spend the rest of my days
On the banks of the old Pontchartrain.
I just couldn't tell her that I ran away
From jail on a West Texas plain
I prayed in my heart I would never be found
On the banks of the old Pontchartrain.
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 Pontchartrain.
Tonight as I sit here alone in my cell
I know that she's waiting in vain
I'm hoping and praying someday to return
On the banks of the old Pontchartrain