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!