Blind Lemon Jefferson
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! Ad Lib.