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 they'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 streaming 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 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
