Ian GIllan - No More Cane on the Brazos

There ain't no more cane on the Brazos They ground it all up in molasses Captain, don't you do me like you done your poor Shine Well, they drove that poor Billy 'til he went stone blind You want to come on the river in 1904 You could find many dead men most every road If you going on the river in 1910 They was driving the women like they drive the men Why don't you rise up, you dead men Help me drive my road Why don't you rise up, you dead men Help me drive my road Well, there's some in the building And there's some in the yard There's some in the graveyard And there's some going home Why don't you wake up, you people And lift up your heads You may get your pardon But you may end up dead