Well some rows up, but we floats down
Way down the Ohio to Shawneetown
And it's hard on the beech oar, she moves too slow
Way down to Shawneetown on the Ohio
Now the current's got her, and we'll take up the slack
We'll float her down to Shawneetown and we'll bushwack her back
And it's hard on the beech oar, she moves too slow
Way down to Shawneetown on the Ohio
Whisky's in the jar, boys, the wheat is in the sack
We'll trade 'em down to Shawneetown and we'll bring the rock salt back
And it's hard on the beech oar...
I've got a wife in Louisville and one in New Orleans
When I get to Shawneetown, gonna see my Indian queen
And it's hard on the beech oar...
Water's mighty warm, boys, the air is cold and dank
And that cursed fog, it gets so thick you cannot see the bank
And it's hard on the beech oar...
Well some rows up, but we floats down
Way down the Ohio to Shawneetown
And it's hard on the beech oar, she moves too slow
Way down to Shawneetown on the Ohio