Ain't No More Cane on the Brazos
OdettaVersione del Chad Mitchell Trio, dall’album “Singin' Our Minds” del 1963 | |
AIN'T NO MORE CANE ON THE BRAZOS It ain't no more cane on the Brazos, Ohhh… ts all been ground down to molasses. Ohhh… Go down old Hannah, don't you rise up no more Ohhh… Don't you rise up til Judgment Day's for sure Ohhh… If I had a sentence like ninety-nine years Ohhh… All the dogs on the Brazos won' keep me here. Ohhh… You shoulda been on the river in 1910 Ohhh… They were driving the women just like they drove the men. Ohhh… It ain't no more cane on the Brazos, Ohhh… ts all been ground down to molasses. Ohhh… | 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 |