There's no more corn on the Brazos, oh
They grinded it all up in molasses, oh
Captain, don't you do me like you've done for shine, oh
You've driven that bully till he went stone blind, oh

You're come on the river in 1904, oh
You could find many dead men on every turn of the road, oh
There's no more corn on the Brazos, oh
They grinded it all up in molasses, oh

You've been on the river 1910, oh
Well, they're drivin' the women like they drive the men, oh
Rise up all dead men, help me drive my load, oh
Oh, rise up all dead men, help me drive my load, oh

There's no more corn on the Brazos, oh
They grinded it all up in molasses, oh