Bob Dylan

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