Ain't no more cane on the Brazos Oh, oh, oh, oh... Its all been ground down to molasses Oh, oh- oh, oh- oh... You shoulda been on the river in 1910
Old man sailin' in a dinghy boat Down there Old man down is baitin' a hook On there Gonna pull man down on a suckling hook Gonna pull man into the suckling
Bessie was more than just a friend of mine We shared the good times with the bad Now many a year has passed me by I still recall the best thing I ever
After a while we took in the clothes, Nobody said very much. Just some old wild shirts and a couple pairs of pants Which nobody really wanted to touch
Crash on the levee, mama, Water's gonna overflow, Swamp's gonna rise, No boat's gonna row. Now, you can train on down To Williams Point, You can bust
Don't ya tell Henry, Apple's got your fly. I went down to the river on a Saturday morn, A-lookin' around just to see who's born. I found a little chicken
I'm going down to Rose Marie's She never does me wrong. She puts it to me plain as day And gives it to me for a song. It's a wicked life but what the
Katie's been gone since the spring time; She wrote one time'n sent her love. Katie's been gone for such a long time now. I wonder what kind of love she
I pulled out for San Anton', I never felt so good. My woman said she'd meet me there And of course, I knew she would. The coachman, he hit me for my
Long-distance operator, Place this call, it's not for fun. Long-distance operator, Please, place this call, you know it's not for fun. I gotta get a
I plan it all and I take my place You break your promise all over the place You promised to love me, but what do I see Just you comin' and spillin' juice
I had a hard time waking this morning I got a lotta things on my mind Like those friends of yours They keep bringing me down Just hangin' round all the
Nothing was delivered And I tell this truth to you, Not out of spite or anger But simply because it's true. Now, I hope you won't object to this, Giving
Well, I've already had two beers I'm ready for the broom Please, Missus Henry, won't you Take me to my room? I'm a good ol' boy But I've been sniffin
Now, there's a certain thing That I learned from Jim That he'd always make sure I'd understand And that is that there's a certain way That a man must
Wrote a letter this mornin', Put it in your hat, 'Cause no one to read it And I know you knew that. I bought a joke, a trick or two, Just to bring and
We carried you in our arms On Independence Day, And now you'd throw us all aside And put us on our way. Oh what dear daughter 'neath the sun Would treat
If your mem'ry serves you well, We were goin' to meet again and wait, So I'm goin' to unpack all my things And sit before it gets too late. No man alive