[Originally by Bob Dylan]


Ain't no more cane on the Brazos

Oh, oh, oh, oh...

Its all been ground down to molasses

Oh, oh- oh, oh- oh...


You shoulda been on the river in 1910

They were driving the women just like they drove the men.


Go down Old Hannah, don'cha rise no more

Don't you rise up til Judgment Day's for sure


Ain't no more cane on the Brazos

Its 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

Its all been ground down to molasses.