I was a young man the day that I drowned I was married with one on the way And I worked for the mine like the rest of the town The rest with no need but to stay
What might have been, never was Not for money or love What might have been, never was
Now the Muskingum River runs muddy and wide Like it did on that September day I was born in the winter on the McConnelsville side Across the bridge now, in Malta I lay
What might have been, never was Not for money or love What might have been, never was
By the luck of the draw, more lucky than some I made it home from the war Back to the river and the place where I'm from Across the water to the beautiful shore
What might have been, never was Not for money or love What might have been, never was