Paul Joseph Brady (born 19 May 1947) is an Irish singer-songwriter, whose work straddles folk and pop. He was interested in a wide variety of music from an early age. He initially collaborated with several major bands, prior to launching a successful solo career.
Initially popular for playing traditional Irish music in a duo with Andy Irvine and later with Tommy Peoples and Matt Molloy, he later turned to a more rock-inspired electric style with poignant political lyrics.
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: [email protected] (Bob Cimikowski) Subject: "Lakes of Pontchartrain"
Here's an old tune performed by Ireland's Paul Brady on the "Welcome Here Kind Stranger" album. The arrangement is done in open G tuning, and you will note some similarity in chords and chord progression with the old Beatle's tune "Blackbird." I only give the intro and partial tabs. Please excuse the chord names which may be inaccurate.
G1 C1 D2 C1 G1 D1 D4 C2 D3 G1 C2 D2 C1 Twas on one bright March morning I bid New Orleans adieu G1 BmF#mD3 C1 D2C2 G1 C2D2 C1 And I took the road to Jackson town, my fortune to renew. G1 BmF#mD3 C1 D2C2 G1 C2D2 C1 I cursed all foreign money, no credit could I gain. G1 C1 D2 C1 D7 G1 C1 D7 G1 C1 G2 C1 G2 Which filled my heart with longing for the lakes of Pontchartrain.
I stepped on board of a railroad car beneath the morning sun I rode the rods til evening and I laid me down again. All strangers were no friends to me til a dark girl towards me came. And I fell in love with a Creole girl, by the lakes of Pontchartrain.
I said "Me pretty Creole girl, my money here's no good And if it weren't for the alligators, I'd sleep out in the wood." "Your welcome here kind stranger, our house is very plain. And we never turned a stanger out, on the banks of Pontchartrain."
She took me in to her mammy's house and treated me quite well. The hair upon her shoulders in jet black ringlets fell. To try to paint her beauty, I'm sure would be in vain, So handsome was my Creole girl, on the lakes of Pontchartrain.
I asked her if she'd marry me, she said "This could never be." For she had got a lover, and he was far at sea. She said that she would wait for him, and true she would remain, Till he returned to his Creole girl, on the lakes of Pontchartrain.
So fair thee well my Creole girl, I never may see no more. But I'll never forget your kindness in the cottage by the shore, And at each social gathering, a foamy glass I'll drain. And I'll drink a health to my Creole girl by the lakes of Pontchartrain.