When it's time from work to go,
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and in my boat I row.
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'Cross the muddy Ohio
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when the evening light is falling
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And I looked towards Floyd's Knobs
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where the afterglories flow
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And I dream on two bright eyes
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with a merry mouth below.
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She's my beauteous Catarina,
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she's my joy and sorrow too.
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Though I know she is untrue,
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ah, but I cannot live without her.
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For my heart's a boat in tow,
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and I'd give the world to know.
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If she means to let me go,
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as I sing the whole day through.
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Catarina your lovely hair,
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has more beauty I declare
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Than all the tresses there
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from Smoketown to Oldham County.
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Be they black, red, gold or brown,
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let them hang to lenghts below.
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They mean not as much to me,
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as a melting flake of snow.
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And her dance is like the gleam,
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of the sunlight on the stream.
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And the screeching bluejays seem,
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to form her name when screaming.
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But my heart is full of woe,
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for last night she made me go.
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And the tears begin to flow,
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as I sing the whole day through.
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Ohio River Boat Song
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| Will Oldham |
