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