On a bright Ohio day
And we looked across the railway yards
At the hoppers painted grey
That coal train from Kentucky, man
She's come a long, long way
Down in Ashtabula
On a sunny summer's day
Walked down to the harbour
Down to the harbour side
Where the coal was piled up waiting
High and black and wide
And it's waiting for a laker, man
To carry it away
Down in Ashtabula
On a sunny summer's day
And the tilting bridge, itself swings back
And sail is given way
And the cobbled streets that climb the hills
Are fading red to grey
In the maritime museum
So high above the waves
The pictures of the past recalled
In black and white and grey
But the Masters and the ships are gone
Long since passed away
Down in Ashtabula
On a sunny summers day
And the tilting bridge, itself swings back
And sail is given way
And the cobbled streets that climb the hills
Are fading red to grey
Kelli drove us down the lake
On a bright Ohio day
And we looked across the railway yards
At the hoppers painted grey
That coal train from Kentucky, man
She's come a long, long way
Down in Ashtabula
On a sunny summer's day
We were down in Ashtabula
On a sunny summer's day