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 Whisky's in the jug, boys And wheat's 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 She moves too slow Way down to Shawneetown On the Ohio Oh, them good old boys They talk so loud and long They're wide as a barrel And they're twice as strong And it's hard on the beech oar She moves too slow Way down to Shawneetown On the Ohio The water's mighty warm, boys The air is cold and dank And the cursed fog, it gets so thick You cannot see the bank 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 sail her down to Shawneetown And we'll bushwhack her back And it's hard on the beech oar She moves too slow Way down to Shawneetown On the Ohio 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 And it's hard on the beech oar She moves too slow Way down to Shawneetown On the Ohio Way down to Shawneetown On the Ohio