There's no more corn on the Brazos

Não tem mais milho aonde? On the brasos = Brazos = River Brazos = Rio de los Brazos de Dios

There's no more corn on the Brazos

They grinded it all up in molasses

Captain, don't you do me like you've done for Shine

Well, you've driven that bully till he went stone blind

You've come on the river in 1904

You could find many dead men on every turn of the road

There's no more corn on the Brazos

They grinded it all up in molasses

You've been on the river 1910

Well, they're drivin the women like they drive the men

Compositores: Joop Sijbrands / P. Pruysenaere

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