There's no more corn on the Brasos

There's no more corn on the Brasos
Oh oh oh oh oh
They grind it all up in molasses
Oh oh oh oh oh

Captain, don't you do me like you've done for Shine
Oh oh oh oh oh
Well, you're driven that bully till he went stone blind
Oh oh oh oh oh

You've come on the river in 1904
Oh oh oh oh oh
You could find many dead men on every turn of the road
Oh oh oh oh oh

There's no more corn on the Brasos
Oh oh oh oh oh
They grind it all up in molasses
Oh oh oh oh oh

You've been on the river 1910
Oh oh oh oh oh
Well, they're drivin' the women like they drive the men
Oh oh oh oh oh

Rise up all dead men, help me drive my load
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh, rise up all dead men, help me drive my load
Oh oh oh oh oh

There's no more corn on the Brasos
Oh oh oh oh oh
They grind it all up in molasses
Oh oh oh oh oh