Blind Lemon

Nick Cave and the bad seeds

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!