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