Nanci Caroline Griffith es una cantante, guitarrista y compositora norteamericana nacida el 6 de julio de 1953, en Seguin, Texas.
Nanci Griffith ha abordado, en su carrera, varios géneros musicales, predominantemente country, folk, y lo que ella llama “folkabilly”. Ganó un premio Grammy al mejor álbum de folk contemporáneo en 1994, por su disco “Other Voices, Other Rooms”, en el que versionó las canciones de los artistas que tuvieron en ella una mayor influencia musical.
¡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!
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"BANKS OF THE PONCHARTRAIN," by Nanci Griffith
[Capo 3]
FBbF I'm going back where my garden blooms all year
AmGmF Where the winter time speaks softly in the falling rain
BbF I'm going back to my green-eyed lover there
AmBbF We will dance along the banks of old Lake Ponchartrain
Chorus:
C Take me to the station
BbF I am late to catch my south-bound train
C Oh I'm gonna call my cousin Libby
BbF She will be waitin' by the tracks when I roll in
Am (And) I'm gonna roll across America
BbF Just to stand beside my Ponchartrain again
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 cousin Libby by his side Her hair will flow in waves like on Lake Pontchartrain
I'm going back where my garden blooms all year Where the wintertime speaks softly in the fallin' rain I'm goin' back to my green-eyed lover there And we will dance along the banks of old Lake Pontchartrain Yes we will dance along the banks of old Lake Pontchartrain We will dance along the banks of old Lake Pontchartrain And here comes the train . . .