Intro: And it's Hard on the beach oar, she moves to 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 beach oar, she moves to slow Way down to Shawneetown on the Ohio
There's whisky in the jar boys, sugar in the sack We float her down to Shawneetown & bullywack her back
The water's mighty deep boys, the weather is cold & dark Sometimes the fog's so thick that you can't see-ee the bank
I have a girl in Louisville, a wife in New Orleans But when I get to Shawneetown I'll see my Indian Queen
