There's no more corn on the brasos
(Innemes / Hoes)
There is no more corn on the Brazos
They ground it all up in molasses
Captain don't you do me like you done for shine
Well they drive that poor Billy 'til he went stone blind
You want to come on the river in 1904
You could find many dead men on every turn of the road
There is no more corn on the Brazos
They ground it all up in molasses
If you going on the river in 1910
They was driving the women like they drive the men
Why don't you rise up you dead men
Help me drive my road
Why don't you rise up you dead men
Help me drive my road
There is no more corn on the Brazos
They ground it all up in molasses