Chords for Ryan McMullan - Lakes of Pontchartrain

You ready?
Woo!
I'm going [Eb] to sing.
Yeah! _
_ _ _ On [N] one bright March _ morning, I bid you farewell. _ _
_ _ I rode the road to Jackson time, my fortune to renew.
_ _ _ Cursed all [G] for [Dm] money, no credit could I gain.
[G] Which fell my heart with an oar _ _ _ _ upon. _ _ _
I stepped on board of a railroad car, beneath the morning sun.
And I rode the road to Linden, and I laid me down again.
[D] _ All strangers here, no friends to meet, till a dark girl _ towards me came.
And I fell in love with a Creole [G] girl, by the lakes of Pontchartrain.
_ _ [Db] I said, [D] my pretty Creole girl, me money _ here's no [N] good.
And if it weren't for the _ _ alligators, I'd sleep right in the wood.
You're welcome here, [D] kind _ strangers, but our hearts is very plain.
But we never turned a stranger out on the banks of Pontchartrain.
_ _ She took [B]
me into her mommy's arms, and she [A] did me right well.
The _ hair [D] upon her _ shoulders, in jet black ringlets fell.
_ _ To try and paint her beauty, I'm sure to be in vain.
So handsome was [G] my Creole girl, by the lakes of _ Pontchartrain.
_ I asked [Eb] her if she'd marry me, [D] she said this could never be.
For _ she had got a lover, [Dm] and he was [N] far at sea.
She said that she would wait for him, and true, she would remain.
_ Till he returned to his Creole girl, on the banks of Pontchartrain.
_ _ So fare thee [G]
well, my bonnie old girl, I never [D] may see you more.
_ But [Bb] I'll never forget your [D] kindness, by the cottage, by the shore.
[N] And at each social _ gathering, a fluent glass I'll drink.
_ _ I'll drink a [C] health to my Creole [B] girl, by [Dm] the lakes of [N] _ Pontchartrain.
Thank you very much.