She winds like a ribbon through the low. The barges full of coal move along real slow. And if you close your eyes, you feel the flow.
Back on the banks of the Ohio. Back on banks of the Ohio.
You can stand atop the foothills and 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 banks of the Ohio. Back on the banks of Ohio.
Chorus That's where I want to be. I swear I could be free, From these stresses and these These big city chains, that got a hold on me.
Some day I'll 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 getting late. But tomorrow after 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.