Song I wrote 20 years ago about a family on the Ohio River.
Lyrics
Down by the river called the Ohio lived a man loved to pick on his old banjo
Well he never learned to write and he never learned to read but you give him 5 strings he ‘ll pick em till
He bleeds.
And when that old man starts to pickin, river folk come around and they bring whatever they fancy just to join in the hillbilly river hoedown.
Big Bob spittin out guitar licks while the washboards keepin the time.
Sweet Sally Tucker she’s barefoot hoofin with her skirt rising up to the sky.
River folk are happy people, most ain’t got a dime, but their’s one sure thing they showed this city slicker is how to have themselves a good country time.
And grandpa’s drinking on moonshine while grandma slaps away on the spoons.
One great big hillbilly orchestra playin underneath the light of the moon.
Under neath the light of the moon.
Sittin on the porch with the old moonshine, pickin way his life till the day he dies.
