[Intro]
I'd like to ask Merle to do some, uh, that fine finger-picking he does
On a— one of the old American ballads
This one, I really have no idea how old it is
It's one called "The Banks Of The Ohio"

[Verse 1]
I asked my love to take a walk
Just a little ways with me
And as we walked and we would talk
All about our wedding day

[Chorus]
Darling, say that you'll be mine
In our home, we'll happy be
Down beside where the waters flow
On the banks of the Ohio

[Verse 2]
I took her by her pretty white hand
I let her down that bank of sand
I plunged her in where she would drown
Lord, I saw her as she floated down

[Chorus]
Darling, say that you'll be mine
In our home, we'll happy be
Down beside where the waters flow
On the banks of the Ohio
[Verse 3]
Returning home between twelve and one
Thinking, Lord, what a deed I've done
I killed the girl I love, you see
Because she would not marry me
The very next day at half past four
The sheriff walked right to my door
He says, "Young man, don't try to run
You'll pay for this awful crime you've done"

[Chorus]
Darling, say that you'll be mine
In our home, we'll happy be
Down beside where the waters flow
On the banks of the Ohio