Ain't no more cane on the Brazos   It's all been ground down to molasses      You shoulda been on the river in 1910   They were driving the women just like they drove the men      Go down Old Hannah, don't you rise no more   Don't you rise up 'til Judgment Day's for sure      Ain't no more cane on the Brazos   It's 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   It's all been ground down to molasses