Lyric Blind Lemon Jefferson

Blind Lemon Jefferson is a-coming
Tap tap tappin with his cane
Blind Lemon Jefferson is a-coming
Tap tap tappin with his cane
His last ditch lies down the road of trials
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
O his road is dark and holy
He don t drive no Cadillac
If that sky serves as his eyes
Then that moons a cataract


Let s roll!
Yeah let s roll!