Hard on the Beech Oar/Shawnee Town

Hard on the Beech Oar/Shawnee Town
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Well some poles 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.

It's hot in the summer, boys, the air is thick and dank,
And the darned old fog it gets so heavy you cannot see the bank.

Now the current's got her, boys, we'll take up some slack.
We'll float her down to Shawneetown and bushwack her back.

There's whisky in the jug, boys, and meat in the sack.
We'll float her down to Shawneetown and bring the rock salt back.

I got a wife in the Louisville and one in New Orleans,
And when I get to Shawneetown, gonna see my Indian Queen.