Because there ain't no more cane on this Brazos
They were holding the women
In nineteen and ten
They done ground it all in molasses
Like they were driving the men
Oh oh oh
And there's some on the building
And there's some in the graveyard
Like you done poor Shine
And there ain't no more cane on this Brazos
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Eyes of dead men help me drive my road
And there's some on the farm

You should've been on the river
Oh oh oh
You could've found a dead man
They done ground it all in molasses

You should've been on the river
Eyes of dead men help me drive my road
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Till he been stone blind
Oh oh oh

And there's some goin' home
Now Captain, don't you do me
At every turnin' road
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
In nineteen and four
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
They done ground it all in molasses
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh

You done work that bully
Oh oh oh

Oh oh oh