No More Cane On The Brazos

D D A D A There ain't no more cane on the Brazos, oooooooh G D A D They ground it all up in molasses, oooooooh D A D A Captain, don't you do me like you done your poor Shine, oooooooh G D A D Well, they drove that poor Billy 'til he went stone blind, oooooooh D A D A You want to come on the river in 1904, oooooooh G D A D You could find many dead men almost every road, most every road D A D A And if you going on the river in 1910, oooooooh G D A D They was driving the women like they drive the men, oooooooh D A D A Why don't you rise up, you dead men, help me find my road, oooooooh G D A D Why don't you rise up, you dead men, help me drive my road, drive my road D A D A Well, there's some in the building and there's some in the yard, oooooooh G D A D There's some in the graveyard and there's some going home, going home D A D A Why don't you wake up, you people and lift up your heads, oooooooh G D A D You may get your pardon but you may end up dead, oooooooh D A D A G D A D D A D A G D A D A D A D D A D A G D A D D A D A G D A D D A D A G D A D D A D A There ain't no more cane on the Brazos, oooooooh G D A D They ground it all up in molasses, oooooooh