I've travelled from Texas
To Old Loussianne
Through mountains and valleys and plains
Footsore and weary
I rested a while
On the banks of old Pontchartrain
The fairest young maiden
That I ever saw passed by when it started to rain
We both found a shelter
Beneath the same tree
On the banks of old Pontchartrain
I ventured a smile but she thought I was bold
I hastened to try and explain
Somehow I knew I would linger a while
On the banks of old Pontchartrain
We hid from the shower and hour or so
She asked me how long I'd remain
I told her I spend the rest of my days
On the banks of old Pontchartrain
As time drifted by we fell deeper in love
A love that would just bring her pain
I knew that one day I would leave her alone
On the banks of old Pontchartrain
I just couldn't tell her that I ran away
From a jail on the West Texas plain
I prayed in my heart I would never be found
To the banks of old Pontchartrain
Then one day a man put a hand on my arm
Said I must go west the same day
I said I couldn't without saying goodbye
On the banks of old Pontchartrain
Tonight I sit here alone in my cell
I know that she is waiting in vain
And hoping and praying someday to return
On the banks of old Pontchartrain
To Old Loussianne
Through mountains and valleys and plains
Footsore and weary
I rested a while
On the banks of old Pontchartrain
The fairest young maiden
That I ever saw passed by when it started to rain
We both found a shelter
Beneath the same tree
On the banks of old Pontchartrain
I ventured a smile but she thought I was bold
I hastened to try and explain
Somehow I knew I would linger a while
On the banks of old Pontchartrain
We hid from the shower and hour or so
She asked me how long I'd remain
I told her I spend the rest of my days
On the banks of old Pontchartrain
As time drifted by we fell deeper in love
A love that would just bring her pain
I knew that one day I would leave her alone
On the banks of old Pontchartrain
I just couldn't tell her that I ran away
From a jail on the West Texas plain
I prayed in my heart I would never be found
To the banks of old Pontchartrain
Then one day a man put a hand on my arm
Said I must go west the same day
I said I couldn't without saying goodbye
On the banks of old Pontchartrain
Tonight I sit here alone in my cell
I know that she is waiting in vain
And hoping and praying someday to return
On the banks of old Pontchartrain