I was born in Pittsburgh, born there and raised
and in Pittsburgh, I thought, I’d live out my days.
Till one morning I woke, found a sky colored grey
and a current that come to take me away.
:Chorus:
Roll on, Ohio, where your waters flow
to the great Mississippi, Gulf of Mexico.
Roll on, Ohio, I’m leaving home
I’ll follow you ever, wherever you go.
The miles are hard, the current moves slow
through misty farmland and cities that glow
through a crooked old forest and a vast gentle plain
to an endless black ocean where all sorrows drain.
Sometimes I’m lonesome, sometimes I’m cold
sometimes I’m think I’m getting too old.
But the current I’m caught in rambles one way
and I won’t be tomorrow what I am today.