Ain´t no more cane on the brazos
Oh, oh, oh, oh...
Its all been ground down to molasses
Oh, oh- oh, oh- oh...

You shoulda been on the river in 1910
They were driving the women just like they drove the men.

Go down old hannah, don´cha rise no more
Don´t you rise up til judgment day´s for sure

Ain´t no more cane on the brazos
Its 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
Its all been ground down to molasses.