Ain't No More Cane on the Brazos
OdettaOriginal | Versione del Chad Mitchell Trio, dall’album “Singin' Our Minds” del 1963 |
AIN'T NO MORE CANE ON THE BRAZOS It ain' no mo' cane on de Brazis, Mmm… Done groun' it all in molazzis. Mmm… Better git yo' overcoat ready, Well, it's comin' up a norther. Well, de captain standin' an' lookin' an' cryin', Well, it's gittin' so col', my row's behin'. Cap'n, doncha do me like you did po' Shine, Drive dat bully till he went stone-blin'. Cap'n, cap'n, you mus' be blin', Keep on holl'in' an' I'm almos' flyin’ One o' dese mornin's, an' it won' be long, You gonna call me an' I'll be gone. Ninety-nine years so jumpin' long, To be here rollin' an' cain' go home. Ef I had a sentence like ninety-nine years, All de dogs on de Brazis won' keep me here. I b'lieve I'll go to de Brazis line, Ef I leave you here, gonna think I's flyin'. B'lieve I'll do like ol' Riley, Ol’ Riley walked de Brazis. Well, de dog-sergeant got worried an' couldn' go, Ol’ Rattler went to howlin' 'cause de tracks too ol’ Oughta come on de river in 1904, You could fin' a dead man on every turn row. Oughta come on de river in 1910, Dey was drivin' de women des like de men. Wake up, dead man, an' help me drive my row, Wake up, dead man, an' help me drive my row. Some in de buildin' an' some on de farm, Some in de graveyard, some goin' home. I looked at my Ol’ Hannah, an' she's turnin' red, I looked at my podner an' he's almos' dead. Wake up, lifetime, hold up yo' head, Well, you may get a pardon an' you may drop dead. Well, I wonder what's de matter, somepin' mus' be wrong, We're still here rollin', Shorty George done gone. Go down, Ol’ Hannah, doncha rise no mo', Ef you rise any mo' bring judgment day. | AIN'T NO MORE CANE ON THIS BRAZOS Ain't no more cane on this Brazos, my boy Oh, oh, oh We done ground it all into molasses, Oh, oh, oh When I come down here, had a number for my name Oh, oh, oh Well, they chained us together and we started cuttin' cane Oh, oh, oh I wish you was here in nineteen and ten Oh, oh, oh Well, they was drivin' the women just like they was men Oh, oh, oh I wish you was here when the storm winds came Oh, oh, oh Left a man lyin' dead and we cut him off the chain Oh, oh, oh If I had a sentence like ninety-nine and nine Oh, oh, oh There ain't no dogs on this Brazos could keep me on that line Oh, oh, oh Well, Alberta why don't you let your hair hang down Oh, oh, oh Let it hang right down till it touches the ground Oh, oh, oh Why don't you go down old Hannah, don't you rise up no more Oh, oh, oh Well, they work me so hard that I can't work no more Oh, oh, oh Ain't no more cane on this Brazos, my boy Oh, oh, oh We done ground it all into molasses Oh, oh, oh |