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Ain't No More Cane on the Brazos

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OriginalTraduzione italiana della versione di Dylan & The Band, da Maggie’s F...
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.
NON C’E’ PIÙ CANNA

Non c’è più canna sul Brazos
Oh, oh, oh, oh...
Il terreno è diventato tutto melassa
Oh, oh- oh, oh-oh...

Avreste dovuto essere sul fiume nel 1910
Facevano lavorare le donne proprio come gli uomini

Tramonta Vecchia Hannah, non sorgere più
Non sorgere più fino al Giorno del Giudizio

Non c’è più canna sul Brazos
Il terreno è diventato tutto melassa

Capitano, non fare con me come hai fatto con il povero vecchio Shine
Hai fatto lavorare quel prigioniero finchè è diventato completamente cieco

Ti svegli che ti hanno dato l'ergastolo, tieni su la testa
Potresti ricevere il perdono e poi cadere a terra morto

Non c’è più canna sul Brazos
Il terreno è diventato tutto melassa


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