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!