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Shawnee Town

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

The whiskey’s in the keg, boys, grain is in the sack.
We’ll trade ’em down to Shawneetown and we’ll bring the rock salt back.

Hard on the beech 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.
Float her down to Shawneetown and we’ll bushwack her back.

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

I got a girl in Louisville, another in New Orleans,
Going down to Shawneetown gonna see my Indian Queen.

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

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