Ain't no more cane on the Brazos

It's all been ground down to molasses

You shoulda been on the river in 1910

They were driving the women just like they drove the men

Go down Old Hannah, don't you rise no more

Don't you rise up 'til Judgment Day's for sure

Ain't no more cane on the Brazos

It's all been ground down to molasses

Captain, don't you do me like you done poor old Shine

Well, ya drove that bully 'til he went stone blind

Wake up on a lifetime, hold up your own head

Well, you may get a pardon and then you might drop dead

Ain't no more cane on the Brazos

It's all been ground down to molasses