There ain’t no more cane on the Brazos
They ground it all up in molasses
Ohhh
Oh captain don’t you do me like you done your poor shine
Ohhhh
Well they drove that poor Billy ‘til he went stone blind
Ohhhh
You want to come on the river in 1904
Ohhhh
You could find many dead men on most every road,
Most every road
And if you going on the river in 1910
Ohhhh
They was driving the women like they drive the men
Ohhhh
Why don’t you rise up you dead men
Help me drive my road
Ohhhh
Why don’t you rise up you dead men
Help me drive my road, drive my road
Well there’s some in the building
And there’s some in the yard
Ohhhh
There’s some in the graveyard
And there’s some going home
Why don’t you wake up you people
And lift up your heads
Ohhhh
You may get your pardon
But you may end up dead
Ohh
There ain’t no more cane on the Brazos
Ohhhh
They ground it all up in molasses
Ohhhh
