No More Cane On the Brazos - Ian Gillan

There ain’t no more cane on the Brazos

They ground it all up in molasses

Captain don’t you do me like you done your poor shine

Well they drove that poor Billy 'til he went stone blind

You want to come on the river in 1904

You could find many dead men most every road

Most every road

If you going on the river in 1910

They was driving the woman

Like they drive the men

Why don’t you rise up you dead men

Help me drive my road

Why don’t you rise up you dead men

Help me drive my road

Drive my road

Well there’s some in the building

And there’s some in the yard

There’s some in the graveyard

And there’s some going home

Going home

Why don’t you wake up you people

And lift up your heads

You may get your pardon

But you may end up dead

There ain’t no more cane on the Brazos

They ground it all up in molasses