Walkers There's No More Corn On The Brasos
There's no more corn on the Brasos
O, oho, oho
They grind it all up in molasses
O, oho, oho
Captain, don´t you do me like you´ve done for Shine
oh, oho, oho
Well you´ve driven that bully till he went stone blind
oh, oho, oho
You've come on the River in 1904
O, oho, oho
You could find many dead men on every turn of the road
O, oho, oho
There's no more corn on the Brasos
O, oho, oho
They grind it all up in molasses
O, oho, oho
You've been on the River, 1910
O, oho, oho
Well, they're driving the women like they drive the men
O, oho, oho
Rise up all dead men, help me drive my load
oh, oho, oho
Oh, rise up all dead men, help me drive my load
oh, oho, oho
There's no more corn on the Brasos
O, oho, oho
They grind it all up in molasses
O, oho, oho
