"No More Cane On The Brazos / Mail Order Mystics" lyrics

You know, there's no more cane on the Brazos
It's all been ground to molasses

Well, you know, you shoulda been here in 1910
Buddy Russell drove the women like he drove the men

But there's no more cane on the Brazos
Yeah, it's all been ground to molasses

Man, you should have been here in 1904
You found a dead man lying on every row

But there's no more cane on the Brazos
It's all been ground to molasses

Well, there's no more cane on the Brazos
Yeah, it's all been ground to molasses

You got money, child, and I've got time
Don't say yours is heavy if you ain't tried mine
Why don't you shake out your silver and buy me some wine
I'll sell you celebration if you'll buy my time

Don't tell me about your troubles, oh, I've got mine
All I wanna talk about is lovin' and wine

Don't tell me death is easy when I'm dying so slow
You go tell it to your doctor, it's what you pay him for
If he's an old one, he'll be rollin', round on the floor
It ain't that I don't hear, I just don't listen no more

'Cause you can go ahead and shoot yourself, I don't mind
All I wanna talk about is lovin' and wine

Can't you just go out and see the stars at night
Without asking someone lucky how to see them right?
Boy, mail order mystics never had it so good
You go ahead, you listen like I knew you would

And it's hours of conversation all about my sign
All I wanna talk about is lovin' and wine

Don't tell me about your troubles, oh, I've got mine
All I wanna talk about is lovin' and wine