She winds like a ribbon through the Valley low. The barges full coal move along real slow. And if you close eyes, you can feel the flow.
Back on the banks of the Ohio. Back on the banks of the Ohio.
You can stand atop the and watch her run. Your old hometown below you in the morning sun. She's you ever needed. She's all you know.
Back on the banks of the Ohio. Back on the banks of the Ohio.
Chorus That's where I to be. I swear I could be free, From these and these strains, These big city chains, that got a on me.
Some day I'll return, But 'til then I'll have to learn, How to get along, somewhere I don't belong, but where I have to be.
The carp and the will have to I've got a briefcase full of papers and it's getting late. But tomorrow after work, when I'm feeling low, I'll back to the banks of the Ohio, In my mind back to the banks of the Ohio.