Well some rows up, but we floats down Way down the Ohio to Shawneetown And it’s hard on the beach 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 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 I’ve got a wife in Louisville and one in New Orleans When I get to Shawneetown Gonna see my Indian queen Water’s mighty warm, boys, the air is cold and dank And that cursed fog It gets so thick you cannot see the bank Well some rows up, but we floats down Way down the Ohio to Shawneetown