From my podcast Open Stage, Show #9

Lyrics

The captain's standing, swearing and crying
Reveille, we all stand in line
Captain, don't you do me like you did poor Shine
Worked that bully 'til he went stone blind
There ain't no more cane on the Brazos
They ground it all into molasses
There ain't no more cane on the Brazos

If I had a sentence like 99 years
All the dogs on the Brazos couldn't keep me here
Someday, Captain, it won't be long
You'll look up and brother, I'll be gone
I believe I'll do like O'Reilly done
Walked up the Brazos in the noonday sun
Dog sergeant worried that he can't go
Old Redlow took to howling 'cause the track's too old
There ain't no more cane on the Brazos
They ground it all into molasses
There ain't no more cane on the Brazos

Go down, Hannah, don't you rise (2x)

Float down the river in nineteen four
Find a dead man on every turn row
Float down the river in nineteen ten
They was working their women just like men