When I recorded this in 1986, with Dillon Bustin singing on the chorus, he gave me words to a couple of extra verses. This is my version:

SHAWNEETOWN
(Dillon Bustin)

Vs 1        Some row up but we float down
        Way down the Ohio to Shawneetown

Cho        And it’s hard on the beech oar
        It moves too slow
        Way down to Shawneetown
        On the Ohio        

Vs 2        Now the current’s got her and we’ll take up the slack
        We’ll float her down to Shawneetown and bushwack her back

Vs 3        The whiskey’s in the jug, boys, the wheat is in the sack
        We’ll trade ‘em down in Shawneetown and bring the rock salt back

Vs 4        Got a wife in Louisville, one in New Orleans
        When I get to Shawneetown gonna see my Indian queen

Vs 5        Them hoop-pole boys talk loud and long
        Round as a barrel and they’re twice as strong

Vs 6        I like to fight, I can take my knocks
        But not like last Saturday night at the Cave-in-Rock

Vs 7        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

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