She winds like a ribbon through the Valley low. The barges full of coal 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.
You 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
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, These city chains, that got a hold on me.
Some I'll return, But 'til then I'll have to learn, How to get along, somewhere I don't belong, where I have to be.
The carp and the catfish will have to wait. got a briefcase full of papers and it's getting late. But tomorrow after work, when I'm feeling low, I'll go back to the banks of the Ohio, In my mind back to banks of the Ohio.