traveled from Texas to old Louis Anne Through valleys, over mountains and plains Both footsore and weary, I rested a-while On the banks of the old Ponchartrain
on a West Texas plain I prayed in my heart I would never be found On The Banks Of The Old Ponchartrain. Then one day a man put his hand on my arm And
Vertaling: Williams, Hank. Op die oewer van die Ou Ponchartrain.