Blind Lemon Jefferson lyrics

Blind Lemon Jefferson is a-comin.

Tap tap tappin with his cane.

Blind Lemon Jefferson is a-comin.

Tap tap tappin with his cane.

His last ditch lies down the road of trials

Half filled with rain.

O Sycamore, Sycamore!

Stretch your arms across the storm.

Down fly two greasy brother-crows

They hop n bop They hop n bop They hop n bop

Like the tax-man come to call.

They go knock knock! knock knock!

Hop n bop hop n bop

They slap a death-writ on his door.

Here come the Judgement train

Git on board!

And turn that big black engine home.

O let’s roll!

Let’s roll!

Down the tunnel.

The terrible tunnel of his world.

Waiting at his final station

Like a bigger blacker third bird.

O let’s roll!

Let’s roll!

O his road is dark and lonely.

He don’t drive no cadillac.

If that sky serves as his eyes

Then that moon’s a cataract.

Let’s roll!

Yeah let’s roll!

• Artist:Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds
• Album:The Firstborn is Dead (1985)