Scott Detweiler

Lyrics

PONCHARTRAIN (by Scott Detweiler)

His children were hungry
The rent was two months late
He got laid off in Mandeville
So he headed New Orleans way

Days later still frustrated
Still no work so still no pay
He got a gun and robbed a corner grocery store
Then he drove across the lake

Ponchartrain
Cross Lake Ponchartrain
He had to cross the Ponchartrain that night

He made it home to his family
With his truck full of food
He's haulin turkey, french bread and lemonade
He had some king cakes and cans of soup

His doorbell it was the sherriff
With the deputies who tracked his trail
They took him out in some shiny handcuffs
And headed for the parish jail

Ponchartrain
Cross Lake Ponchartrain
He had to cross the Ponchartrain that night

Copyright 1993, 2003, 2017 Detweiler Music, ASCAP. All Rights Reserved. International Copyright Secured. Registered in The U.S. Library of Congress. Words and music by Scott Detweiler. From his album, “Between Lake and River”.