A Prairie Home Companion with Garrison Keillor

Banks of the Ohio
Saturday, November 29, 2008

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I asked my love to come with me
Just to walk a little way
For I feel a little blue
After our Thanksgiving Day

Then only say that you'll be mine
Let us raise a glass of wine
Down beside where the water flows
Down by the banks of the Ohio

Thanksgiving was a misery
Your family does not care for me
They do not talk to me or send
The butter plate down to my end.

Your mother's turkey was so dry
I choked and gagged and thought I'd die
Her cranberries I cannot stand
Her pumpkin pie is from a can
Your family's dark, they sit and brood
And put away big plates of food
And drink their wine, glass after glass,
And then alas, they pass their gas

For Christmas, darling, can we go
To a restaurant I know
It serves good food that's cooked real slow
In Cincinnati, Ohio.

Then only say that you'll be mine
Let us raise a glass of wine
Down beside where the water flows
Down by the banks of the Ohio