Ain’t No More Cane on This Brazis

There ain't no more cane on the Brazis
Oh, oh, oh
They done ground it all in mollasses
Oh, oh, oh

Better git yo' overcoat ready, oh...
Well, it's comin' up a norther, oh...

Well the captain standin' an ' lookin' an' cryin'
Well, it's gittin' so cold, my row's behin'

Cap'n doncha do me like you did po' Shine
You drive that bully till he went stone-blin'

Cap'n cap'n, you must be blin'
Keep on holl'in an' I'm almos' flyin'

One o' dese mornin's, an' it won't be long
You gonna call me an' I'll be gone

Ninety-nine years so jumpin' long
To be here rollin' an' cain' go home

If I had a sentence like ninety-nine years
All the dogs on the Brazis won' keep me here

I b'lieve I'll go to de Brazis line
Ef I leave you here, gonna think I's flyin'

B'lieve I'll do like old Riley
Ol' Riley walked the big Brazis

Well, the dog-sergeant got worried an' couldn' go
Ol' Rattler went to howlin' 'cause the tracks too ol'

Oughta come on the river in 1904
You could find a dead man on every turn row

Oughta come on the river in 1910
They was drivin' the women jes' like the men

Wake up, dead man, an' help me drive my row
Wake up, dead man, an' help me drive my row

Some in the buildin' an' some on the farm
Some in the graveyard, and some goin' home

I looked at my Ol' Hannah, and she's turnin' red
I looked at my podner an' he's almos' dead

Wake up, lifetime, hold up yo' head
Well, you may get a pardon an' you may drop dead

Well, I wonder what's de matter, somepin' mus' be wrong
We're still here rollin', Shorty George done gone

Go down, Ol' Hannah, doncha rise no mo'
If you rise in the mornin' bring Judgment Day