| Oh, the Julia Belle Swain is a mighty fine boat, got a mighty fine captain, too
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| Got a big red wheel that goes around and around and a bunch of old hippies for
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| a crew
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| Well, I can’t stay here; |
| well, I gotta get away; |
| I’m Chattanooga Tennessee bound
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| Gonna get my banjo and put it on my back when the Julia Belle comes down
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| When the Julia Belle comes down
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| When the Julia Belle comes to Peoria, you know that summer’s here
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| And up on the Illinois River, that’s the very best time of the year
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| Those steam boat days in August like a hazy, lazy dream
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| I want to be at the foot of Main Street when the Julia Belle raises steam
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| When the Julia Belle raises steam
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| Well Dennis and Moon and Bob Burnett, and Doc and Murray too
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| Are one big steamboat family and the Julia Belle steamboat crew
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| Me, I tell you, I gotta getta away; |
| I’m Chattanooga Tennessee bound
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| Gonna get my banjo and put it on my back when the Julia Belle comes down
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| When the Julia Belle comes down
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| Now the Julia Belle Swain is a women’s lib boat, the first I ever knew
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| Got girls in the pilothouse and girls on deck and a lady in the engine room
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| Now Donna’s got her license; |
| Cindy’s learning to steer
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| Little Julie keeps Moon outa trouble by wandering off everywhere
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| By wandering off everywhere
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| When the Julia Belle gets in a steamboat race, she’s a mighty hard boat to beat
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| She raced the Belle of Louisville; |
| she beat the Delta Queen
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| She don’t need no help to get her turned around; |
| she’ll come right around on a
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| dime
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| And after the race she heads up the river 'cause the Julia Belle’s still got
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| time
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| 'Cause the Julia Belle’s still got time
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| Well, I sure do love the Tennessee River, the Ohio and the Illinois
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| And I love the old Mississippi River; |
| it’s a good old place for a boy
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| Just to step on board the steamboat, ride all the way to the sea
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| Where else but a muddy old river would a person want to be
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| Would a person want to be?
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| Well, I come up the river the other night, darker than the inside of a cow
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| Ain’t nothin' like a crooked old river, straighten my head right out
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| Now I love my love; |
| she’s pretty as could be, and I love to take her down
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| Those pretty ladies really like to ride when the Julia Belle comes down
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| When the Julia Belle comes down |