It was one fine March morning,
I bid New Orleans Adieu
And I took the road to Jackson Town,
my fortune to renew
I cursed all foreign money,
no credit could I gain
Which filled my heart with a longing for,
the Lakes of Ponchartrain
I stepped on board of a railroad car
beneath the morning sun
I rode the rods till evening
and I laid me down again
All strangers there no friends to me
'til a dark girl towards me came
And I fell in love with the Creole Girl,
by the Lakes of Ponchartrain
Song by Christie Moore
