She like a ribbon through the Valley low. The barges full of coal move along real slow. And if you your 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 foothills watch her run. Your old hometown you in the morning sun. She's all you ever needed. She's all you know.
Back on the of the Ohio. Back on the banks of the Ohio.
Chorus That's where I want to be. I swear I could be free, From these stresses and these strains, big city chains, that got a hold on me.
Some day 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 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 of the Ohio, In my mind to the banks of the Ohio.