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I'm goin' back where my garden blooms all year |
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Where the wintertime speaks softly in the fallin' rain |
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I'm goin' back to my green eyed lover there |
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and we will dance along the banks of old Lake Pontchartrain |
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Oh, I've grown pale beneath the streets of Montreal |
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Where the voices ring like bells in French-Canadian |
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And the rivers stand imprisoned till the thaws |
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I am alone at night and dream of my own Pontchartrain |
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Chorus: |
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Take me to the station... I am late to catch my southbound train |
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Oh, I'm gonna call my cousin Libby |
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she will be waiting by the tracks when I roll in |
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I'm gonna roll across America |
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just to stand beside my Pontchartrain again |
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These old rails shake like thunder through the night |
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Soon I'll have my green eyed lover's arms to comfort me |
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Oh, I can see my cousin Libby by his side |
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her hair will flow in waves like on Lake Pontchartrain |
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(Repeat chorus) |
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I'm goin' back where my garden blooms all year |
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Where the wintertime speaks softly in the fallin' rain |
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I'm goin' back to my green eyed lover there |
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and we will dance along the banks of old Lake Pontchartrain |
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yes, we will dance along the banks of old Lake Pontchartrain |
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we will dance along the banks of old Lake Pontchartrain |
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and here comes the train |
