Ain’t no more cane out on the Brazos Uuh, It’s all been ground down to molasses Uuh, Should’ve been now on the river in night Uuh, They will drive the wimmer all just like they drow Uuh, Hold down on Hanna, don’t you , don’t you rise no Uuh, Don’t you rise, it’s the judgement day Uuh, [Ain’t no more cane out on the Brazos Uuh, It’s all been ground down to molasses Uuh, ] x 2