On The Banks Of The Old Ponchartrain TRADUÇÃO - Hothouse Flowers (Impressão)

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

Eu viajei do Texas

Até a Velha Loussianne

Por montanhas, vales e planícies

Com os pés cansados e exausto

Eu descansei um pouco