I moor my boat on the old Stono
That river take you anywhere
That you wanna goSail on the Ashley or the Edisto
But don't get caught in the mud
When the tide gets lowThere's so much rivers
Where I live down south
The ocean pours outta
The river's mouthAnd the fish don't care
If they're fresh or brine
When theyr're frying in that cast iron
Skillet of mineI moor my boat in the old Stono
That river take you anywhere
That you wanna goSail on the Ashley or the Edisto
But don't get caught in the mud
When the tide gets lowI 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 bargeI moor my boat in the old Stono
That river take you anywhere
That you wanna goSail on the Ashley or the Edisto
But don't get caught in the mud
When the tide gets lowThe mayor borrowed
All of the money he need
To put in a bridge
With deliberate speedThen they cut down the oaks
With a tip of his hat
And God will never
Forgive him for thatJasmine grown wild,
High in the trees
Smells like Heaven
But it grows like a weedYou don't need much
To be happy,
The boat cost money
But the shrimp is freeRebellion runs in the blood
Round here
Runs in the water and earth
Down hereIt was a conflagration
That first caught fire
On the the 9th of 9, 1739I moor my boat in the old Stono
That river take you anywhere
That you wanna goSail in the Ashley or the Edisto
But don't get caught in the mud
When the tide gets low
Songwriters
MICHAEL TRENT ROBINSON, CARY ANN HEARSTPublished by
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