No Mo' Cane On De Brazis - Traditional
This is an old prison work
song, probably of traditional origin. The lyrics in the Band's version
are a little different from what you see here. The arrangement that the
Band uses should be noted to the "king of the twelve string guitar" Huddie
'Leadbelly' Leadbetter. (From: The
no mo' cane on de Brazis
Done groun' it all in molazzis,
Better git yo' overcoat ready,
Well, it's comin' up a norther.
Well, de captain standin' an' lookin' an' cryin',
Well, it's gittin' so col',my row's behin'.
Cap'n doncha do me like you did po' Shine,
Drive dat bully till he went stone-blin'.
Cap'n, cap'n, you mus'be blin',
Keep on holl'in' an' I'm almos' flyin'.
One o' dese mornin's an' it won' be long,
You gonna call me an'I'll be gone.
Ninety-nine years so jumpin' long'
To be here rollin' an' cain' go home.
Ef I had a sentence like ninety-nine years
All de dogs on de Brazis won' keep me here.
I b'lieve I'll go to de Brazis line,
Ef I leave you here' gonna think I's flyin'.
B'lieve I'll do like ol' Riley,
Ol' Riley walked de Brazis.
Well, de dog-sergeant got worried an' couldn' go,
Ol' Rattler went to howlin' 'cause de tracks too ol'.
Oughta come on de river in 1904,
You could fin' a dead man on every turn row.
Oughta come on de river in 1910,
Dey was drivin' de women jes' like de men.
Wake up, dead man, an' help me drive my row,
Wake up, dead man, an' help me drive my row.
Some in de buildin' an' some on de farm,
Some in de graveyard, some goin' home.
I looked at my Ol' Hannah' an'she's turnin'red,
I looked at my podner an' he's almos'dead.
Wake up, lifetime, hold up yo' head,
Well, you may get a pardon an' you may drop dead.
Well, I wonder what's de matter, somepin' mus' be wrong
We're stil I here rollin, Shorty George done gone.
Go down, Ol' Hannah, doncha rise no mo',
Ef you rise any mo' bring judgment day