Ain't no more cane on the Brazos
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh oh
They ground it all up in molasses
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh oh

Captain don't you do me like you done poor shine
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh oh
Well they drive that Billy, till he went stone blind
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh oh

He oughta come on the river in nineteen and four
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh oh
You could find many dead men most every road
Oh, most every road

If you been on the river in nineteen and ten
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh oh
But he was driving the woman like they drive the men
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh oh

Rise up dead men, help me drive my road
Help me drive my road
C'mon rise up all dead men help me drive my road
Oh, oh, my road

Well there's some in the building and there's some on the farm
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh oh
Well tere's some in the graveyard and there's some going home
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh oh

Wake up you lifer, hold up your nappy head
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh oh
While you may get your pardon, but you may drop dead
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh oh
