| Song | Caney Fork River |
| Artist | Old Man Luedecke |
| Album | My Hands are on Fire and other Love Songs |
| Caney Fork River (Willie P. Bennett) | |
| Well I first saw her on the Caney Fork River | |
| They said her daddy'd rather shoot her than ever forgive her | |
| Falling for one of the Macallum clan | |
| But what do you expect he’s a feuding man | |
| Every day before breakfast her mother said daughter | |
| It’s time you got your bucket and went to fetch water | |
| And she’d skip down the path to the cool dark eddy | |
| That fed into the Caney Fork River | |
| Caney Fork River | |
| Caney Fork River | |
| Water everywhere it’s a taker and a giver | |
| She touched it to her body | |
| She touched it to her lips | |
| How I wish I was the Caney Fork River | |
| Well there’s no use thinking that you won’t get caught | |
| Because your lucky streak's been running on | |
| I couldn’t swim so I started across | |
| Hangin on to the branches of a hollow log | |
| Well the log struck a rock and I went to the bottom | |
| And my body washed away late last autumn | |
| Spirit still lingers in the cool dark water | |
| That washes the skin of Ferguson’s daughter | |
| Caney Fork River | |
| Caney Fork River | |
| Water everywhere it’s a taker and a giver | |
| She touched it to her body | |
| She touched it to her lips | |
| How I wish I was the Caney Fork River x2 |
| Caney Fork River Willie P. Bennett | |
| Well I first saw her on the Caney Fork River | |
| They said her daddy' d rather shoot her than ever forgive her | |
| Falling for one of the Macallum clan | |
| But what do you expect he' s a feuding man | |
| Every day before breakfast her mother said daughter | |
| It' s time you got your bucket and went to fetch water | |
| And she' d skip down the path to the cool dark eddy | |
| That fed into the Caney Fork River | |
| Caney Fork River | |
| Caney Fork River | |
| Water everywhere it' s a taker and a giver | |
| She touched it to her body | |
| She touched it to her lips | |
| How I wish I was the Caney Fork River | |
| Well there' s no use thinking that you won' t get caught | |
| Because your lucky streak' s been running on | |
| I couldn' t swim so I started across | |
| Hangin on to the branches of a hollow log | |
| Well the log struck a rock and I went to the bottom | |
| And my body washed away late last autumn | |
| Spirit still lingers in the cool dark water | |
| That washes the skin of Ferguson' s daughter | |
| Caney Fork River | |
| Caney Fork River | |
| Water everywhere it' s a taker and a giver | |
| She touched it to her body | |
| She touched it to her lips | |
| How I wish I was the Caney Fork River x2 |