Stono River Blues - Shovels & Rope

I moor my boat on the old Stono

That river take you anywhere

That you wanna go

I moor my boat on the old Stono

That river take you anywhere

That you wanna go

Sail on the Ashley or the Edisto

But don’t get caught in the mud

When the tide gets low

There’s so much rivers

Where I live down south

The ocean pours outta

The river’s mouth

And the fish don’t care

If they’re fresh or brine

When theyr’re frying in that cast iron

Skillet of mine

I moor my boat in the old Stono

That river take you anywhere

That you wanna go

Sail on the Ashley or the Edisto

But don’t get caught in the mud

When the tide gets low

I gotta sister on Wadmalaw

She floats all day in the Ledenwah

One day she left the chickens in charge

And floated off to Heaven on a party barge

I moor my boat in the old Stono

That river take you anywhere

That you wanna go

Sail on the Ashley or the Edisto

But don’t get caught in the mud

When the tide gets low

The mayor borrowed

All of the money he need

To put in a bridge

With deliberate speed

Then they cut down the oaks

With a tip of his hat

And God will never

Forgive him for that

Jasmine grown wild

High in the trees

Smells like Heaven

But it grows like a weed

You don’t need much

To be happy

The boat cost money

But the shrimp is free

Rebellion runs in the blood

Round here

Runs in the water and earth

Down here

It was a conflagration

That first caught fire

On the the 9th of 9, 1739

I moor my boat in the old Stono

That river take you anywhere

That you wanna go

Sail in the Ashley or the Edisto

But don’t get caught in the mud

When the tide gets low