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Built a little shanty by the Cumberland River |
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But the rainstorm started and the water did rise |
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Wildcat winds and ten foot rollers lordy |
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Bless my soul, it was a hell of a ride |
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Eyes popped open I was laying on the levy |
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Lord I ain't got to heaven but I feel alright |
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Smallmouth jumping I'm rolling up something |
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Gonna throw a little high water party tonight |
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O Cumberland River |
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Flowing through the heart of a guitar town |
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O Cumberland River |
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Can't you hear me singing your song |
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Can't you hear me singing your song |
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John boat plowing up the deep green water |
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Looky yonder comes Jimmy with the Sly Rye beer |
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Five string floating in the Tennessee sun |
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Always sounds a little muddy when we pick it down here |
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She runs wild, fast and free |
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Born in the mountains up in Kentucky |
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Heading for the falls of the Ohio |
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Asking me darling, don't you wanna go? |
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O Cumberland River |
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Flowing through the heart of a guitar town |
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O Cumberland River |
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Can't you hear me singing your song |
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Can't you hear me singing your song |
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Bonfire burning on the banks of the river |
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All the girls come running when they smell the fish fry |
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Barefoot dancing when we dip into the water |
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I'll be loving this river 'til the day I die |
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Locks and dams weren't made to last |
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There's nothing we can build to ever hold her back |
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She can't be held by the hands of man |
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The Cumberland River is gonna rise again |
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O Cumberland River |
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Flowing through the heart of a guitar town |
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O Cumberland River |
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Can't you hear me singing your song |
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Can't you hear me singing your song |