There's no more corn on the Brasos
O, oho, oho
They grind it all up in molasses
O, 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
There's no more corn on the Brasos
O, oho, oho
They grind it all up in molasses
O, oho, oho