Art Thrieme's version is more-or-less the same, but he changes the title and a few words to make them more singable or more understandable:

BULLHEAD BOAT(sung by Thieme)

I was sleepin' in a line barn, eatin' beans and hay
And the boss kicked my stern every night and every day
I hired out canallin' as a horny hand of toil
Drivin' mules that kept a-squallin' 'long the towpath's smelly soil.

Oh, my feet raised corns and blisters
And the mules they raised a stink;
They roped my feet and threw me
Plump into the smelly drink.

I thought I'd canalling
And the Boss he thought so, too
He said, "Try your hand at diggin' up ore
Go row your own canoe."

Well, I was drying on the towpath
Watching boats go up and down,
Shivering from the first good bath
That I'd had since I hit town.

When a boat pulled into the basin
To the wood dock for the night.
And I lost no time to hasten
'Round the bridge to bum a bite.

Oh, they filled me up with beans and shote
And lighted me up a cob.
They asked if I could steer a boat
And they offered me a job.

Next morning I was hoisted
Up to the cabin's roof.
By the tiller there I roosted
And I watched that driver hoof.

Oh the boat she was a Bullhead boat
Decked up to the cabin's top.
And many a canaller now are dead
Who had no time to drop.

When the Captain he forgot to yell
"Low bridge, duck 'er down."
The Bullhead steersman went to Hell
With a bridge bash in his crown.

Well, we were loaded up with Star Brand salt
And the Cap was loaded, too.
Now, I can't say it was his fault
'Cause what's a man to do?

The bridge was only a heave away
When I saw her around the bend.
To the Cap a word I couldn't say
While tumbling end over end.

So canallers take my warning
Never steer a Bullhead boat.
They'll find you some sad morning
In the old canal afloat.

Do all your navigating
In a line barn filled with hay.
And the bridge you won't be hating
And you'll live 'til Judgment Day.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dWB5-55ng3E