She winds like a ribbon through the Valley The barges full of coal move along real slow. And if close your eyes, you can feel the flow.
Back on the banks of the Ohio. Back on the banks of the Ohio.
can stand atop the foothills and watch her run. Your old hometown below you in the morning sun. She's all you ever needed. She's all you know.
on the of the Ohio. Back on the banks of the Ohio.
Chorus That's where I want to be. swear I 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 then I'll have to learn, How to get along, somewhere I belong, but where I have to be.
The carp and the catfish will have to wait. I've got a briefcase full of papers and it's getting late. But tomorrow work, when I'm feeling I'll go back to the banks of the Ohio, In my mind back to the banks of the Ohio.