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Lakes Of Pontchartrain



Текст песни Bob Dylan - Lakes Of Pontchartrain

Lakes Of Pontchartrain
Bob Dylan
LAKES OF PONTCHARTRAIN - BOB DYLAN

'Twas on a bright March morning I bid New Orleans adieu. 
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I took the train from Jackson, my fortune to renew, 
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I cursed all foreign money, no credit could I gain, 
Which sent my heart a-longing for the lakes of Pontchartrain. 

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