To: jamesb@nevada.edu Subject: Nanci_Griffith/BanksOfThePontchartrain.crd "BANKS OF THE PONCHARTRAIN," by Nanci Griffith I'm going in I'm gonna ain Oh' I've grown pale beneath the streets of Montreal Where the voices ring like bells in French-Canadian And the rivers stand imprisoned till the thaws I am alone at night and dream of my own Pontchartrain These old rails shake like thunder through the night Soon I'll have my green-eyed lover's arms to comfort me Oh, I can see my cou (guitaretab.com)