Ain't No More Cane on the Brazos
Odetta| Versione di Odetta da “The Tin Angel”, 1954 | |
| AIN'T NO MORE CANE ON THE BRAZOS It ain' no mo' cane on de Brazis, Mmm… Done groun' it all in molazzis. Mmm… Better git yo' overcoat ready, Well, it's comin' up a norther. Well, de captain standin' an' lookin' an' cryin', Well, it's gittin' so col', my row's behin'. Cap'n, doncha do me like you did po' Shine, Drive dat bully till he went stone-blin'. Cap'n, cap'n, you mus' be blin', Keep on holl'in' an' I'm almos' flyin’ One o' dese mornin's, an' it won' 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. Ef I had a sentence like ninety-nine years, All de dogs on de 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 ol' Riley, Ol’ Riley walked de Brazis. Well, de dog-sergeant got worried an' couldn' go, Ol’ Rattler went to howlin' 'cause de tracks too ol’ Oughta come on de river in 1904, You could fin' a dead man on every turn row. Oughta come on de river in 1910, Dey was drivin' de women des like de men. Wake up, dead man, an' help me drive my row, Wake up, dead man, an' help me drive my row. Some in de buildin' an' some on de farm, Some in de graveyard, some goin' home. I looked at my Ol’ Hannah, an' 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', Ef you rise any mo' bring judgment day. | AIN'T NO MORE CANE ON THE BRAZOS It ain't no more cane on the Brazos, Ohhh… ts all been ground down to molasses. Ohhh… Go down old Hannah, don't you rise up no more Ohhh… Don't you rise up til Judgment Day's for sure Ohhh… If I had a sentence like ninety-nine years Ohhh… All the dogs on the Brazos won' keep me here. Ohhh… You shoulda been on the river in 1910 Ohhh… They were driving the women just like they drove the men. Ohhh… It ain't no more cane on the Brazos, Ohhh… ts all been ground down to molasses. Ohhh… |
