Ain't No More Cane on the Brazos
Odetta| Versione di Bob Dylan & The Band, dall’album “The Basement Tapes” del 1975. | |
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 | AIN'T NO MORE CANE 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. |
