Take Me Home Poor Julia - Norman Blake, Nancy Blake

It was down on the old Pontchartrain

Down among the cotton and the cane

Oh, the buildings I did make and the houses I did build

On the banks of the old Pontchartrain

Take me home, poor Julia, take me home

Take me home, poor Julia, take me home

For I have no place for to lay my head

But to lay in poor Julia’s arms

Miss Julia and I went a-walking

Oh, the sun not more than half an hour high

We walked where the green grass growed up to our knees

Miss Julia hung her head and she cried

Take me home, poor Julia, take m home

Take me hom, poor Julia, take me home

For I have no place for to lay my head

But to lay in poor Julia’s arms

Miss Julia and I were a-sleeping

When death came a-knocking at the door

Miss Julia was sleeping in my arms

On the banks of the old river shore

Take me home, poor Julia, take me home

Take me home, poor Julia, take me home

For I have no place for to lay my head

But to lay in poor Julia’s arms

Oh, don’t bury me so deep in my coffin

Oh, don’t bury me so deep in my grave

It makes no difference where you bury my body

Gonna rise at the resurrection day

Take me home, poor Julia, take me home

Take me home, poor Julia, take me home

For I have no place for to lay my head

But to lay in poor Julia’s arms