Not for Money or Love

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