LYRIC
There's no more corn on the Brasos – o oho oho
They grinded it all up in molasses – o oho oho
Captain, don't you do me like you've done for Shine – o oho oho
Well, you've driven that bully till he went stone blind – o oho oho
You've come on the river in 1904 – o oho oho
You could find many dead men on every turn of the road – o oho
There's no more corn on the Brasos – o oho oho
They grinded it all up in molasses – o oho oho
You've been on the river 1910 – o oho oho
Well, they're drivin the women like they drive the men – o oho oho
Rise up all dead men, help me drive my load – o oho oho
Oh, rise up all dead men, help me drive my load – o oho oho
There's no more corn on the Brasos – o oho oho
They grinded it all up in molasses – o oho oho
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