Blind Lemon Jefferson Lyrics - Cave Nick

Bline Lemon Jefferson is a-coming. 

Tap tap tappin with his cane. 

Bline Lemon Jefferson is a-coming. 

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 hop'n'bop 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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