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And it's hard on the beech oar,
She moves too slow.
Way down to Shawneetown on the Ohio.

VERSE 1

Some rows up, but we floats down,
Way down the Ohio to Shawneetown.

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VERSE 2
Whisky's in the jug, girls, and wheat’s in the sack,
We'll trade em down to Shawneetown, and we'll bring the rock salt back.

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VERSE 3

Oh them good old boys, they talk so loud and long,
They're wide as a barrel and they're twice as strong.

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VERSE 4

The water's mighty warm, boys, the air is cold and dank,
And the curséd fog it gets so thick you cannot see the bank.

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VERSE 5

I got a boy in Louisville, and a girl in New Orleans

Them good ol' boys in Shawneetown they treat me like a queen

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VERSE 6

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.

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