Cincinnati Songtext
von Martha Davis

It ain′t South, it ain't North
But it′s my July Fourth
It's a joy, it's a whirl
For a boy and a girl
I mean Cincinnati, that ever-loving town
Cincinnati, Ohio, that′s the city for my dough
It ain′t East, it ain't West
But it treats you the best
It ain′t high, it ain't low
But oh my, what a show
I′ll get there by train, plane, caboose, or canoe
Cincinnati, Cincinnati, coming home to you
I left my heart on the Ohio
And there it waits for me
Get out that firehouse band


And shout all over the land
Here I come a-humming right home to you
Let me go to that spot
And I'll show you what′s what
Let me live in the block
Where the riverboats dock
I mean Cincinnati, that ever-loving town
Cincinnati, Ohio, that's the city for my dough
It ain't old, but it′s class
It′s like gold that ain't brass
I won′t roam for a change
'Cause it′s home on my range
I'll get there by train, plane, caboose, or canoe
Cincinnati, Cincinnati, coming home to you
Cincinnati, Cincinnati, coming home to you