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Ain't no more cane on the Brazos |
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It's all been ground down to molasses |
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You shoulda been on the river in 1910 |
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They were driving the women just like they drove the men |
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Go down Old Hannah, don't you rise no more |
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Don't you rise up 'til Judgment Day's for sure |
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Ain't no more cane on the Brazos |
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It's all been ground down to molasses |
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Captain, don't you do me like you done poor old Shine |
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Well, ya drove that bully 'til he went stone blind |
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Wake up on a lifetime, hold up your own head |
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Well, you may get a pardon and then you might drop dead |
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Ain't no more cane on the Brazos |
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It's all been ground down to molasses |
