No More Cane On The Brazos Songtext

There ain't no more cane on the BrazosThey ground it all up in molassesCaptain don't you do me like you done your poor shineWell they drove that poor Billy 'til he went stone blindYou want to come on the river in 1904You could find many dead men most every roadIf you going on the river in 1910They was driving the woman like they drive the menWhy don't you rise up you dead menHelp me drive my roadWhy don't you rise up you dead menHelp me drive my roadWell there's some in the buildingAnd there's some in the yardThere's some in the graveyardAnd there's some going homeWhy don't you wake up you peopleAnd lift up your headsYou may get your pardonBut you may end up dead