Blind Lemon Jefferson Lyrics

Blind Lemon Jefferson lyrics

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! 

 

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