She like a ribbon through the Valley low. 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.
You can stand atop foothills and watch her run. Your old hometown below you in the sun. She's all you ever needed. She's all you know.
Back on the banks the Ohio. Back on the banks of the Ohio.
Chorus That's where I want to be. I I could be free, From these stresses and these strains, These 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
The carp 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, go back to the banks of the Ohio, In my mind back to the banks of the Ohio.