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