She winds like a ribbon through the Valley low. The barges full of move along real slow. And if you close your eyes, you feel the flow.
Back on the banks of the Ohio. Back on the banks of Ohio.
You can stand atop the foothills and watch her run. Your old hometown below you in the morning sun. She's all you needed. She's all you know.
Back on the banks of the Ohio. Back on the banks of the
Chorus That's where I want to I swear I could be free, From these stresses and these strains, These big city chains, that got a on me.
Some day I'll return, But 'til then I'll have to learn, How to get along, somewhere don't 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 low, I'll go back to the banks of the Ohio, In my mind back the banks of the Ohio.