Hey, Spike Crain you river runner
Push your barges past
I sit up here on the Smithfield Bridge
And I wave your Captain's blast
Laughing like a wild man as you push below and on
Churning up the bottom of the mighty Mon
Blow another blast for me Spike Crain
My hat's off to your captain, what a lucky man
You know if I had you with a smile on my face
I'd stay out on that river and I'd never, never land
I'd sunburn and I'd whistle all the summer long
Churning up the bottom of the mighty muddy Mon
Oh I hear you laughing down below, and I'm a laughing to
And I see you smiling as you go and I'm a smiling to
You will never see a seagull boatin' buddy
You weren't meant for the ocean this small river is your home
And I fear lots of big things just like you do
And now that we are buddies you don't have to feel alone
Cause the little river's nicer, you feel that you belong
Churning up the bottom of the mighty, muddy Monongahela
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