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Recorded by: Hank Williams, Sr. Written by: Hank Williams Sr. & Ramona Vincent
I [A] travelled from [A7] Texas to [D] old Louis-[A] anne Thru valleys, o`er mountains and [E7] plains Both [A] footsore and [A7] weary I [D] rested a-[A] while On The [E7] Banks Of The Old Ponchar-[A] train.
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 Ponchartrain.
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 Ponchartrain.
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 Ponchartrain.
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 Ponchartrain.
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 To The Banks Of The Old Ponchartrain.