There's a board-walk on the lake shore,
 Back in my hometown
 It's a place where couples meet
 To watch the sun go down.
 And there's a boy on the board-walk,
 Pining all alone.
 I asked him what was on his mind,
 He answered sad and low;

 I'm in love with the girl
 The girl in the Pink Canoe
 Who lives up in the bush lands
 On the banks of the old Yazoo
 She shines like a rose,
 With her petals all covered in dew
 She's the only one for me,
 The girl in the pink Canoe

 Let me tell you brother,
 It really is a glorious view
 All of natures wonders
 Spread out in front of you

 I wanna ride down the river
 Take a trip through the old Bayou,
 I wanna shoot the foaming rapids
 With the Girl in the Pink Canoe

 Far from home and all alone
 While the White capped waves rode high
 Lost at sea, she [bad word] a leak,
 In the middle of a dark and stormy night!
 She stroked and stroked in her little pink boat
 But it was to no avail
 She tossed and turned and chugged and churned
 And let go a mournful wail!

 "Won't someone [bad word] rescue me
 And Board my boat and sail me home?"

 I called out to the girl,
 The girl in the Pink Canoe
 If you would let me, I would gladly,
 [bad word] to rescue you.
 I've got an oar, and I'll row you back to shore
 And on that shore I'll kiss the girl
 The Girl in the pink Canoe.