ain t no more cane on the brazos oh oh oh oh it s all been ground down to molasses oh oh oh oh you shoulda been on the river in nineteen and ten oh oh oh oh they were driving the women just like they drove the men oh oh oh oh go down old hannah don cha rise no more oh oh oh oh don t you rise up til the judgment day s for sure oh oh oh oh ain t no more cane on the brazos oh oh oh oh it s all been ground down to molasses oh oh oh oh captain don t you do me like you done poor old shine oh oh oh oh well ya drove that bully til he went stone blind oh oh oh oh wake up on a lifetime hold up your own head oh oh oh oh well you may get a pardon and then you might drop dead oh oh oh oh ain t no more cane on the brazos oh oh oh oh it s all been ground down to molasses oh oh oh oh1