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 caneHis last ditch lies down the road of trials
Half filled with rain
O sycamore, sycamore!
Stretch your arms across the stormDown fly two greasy brother crows
They hop and bop, they hop and bop, they hop and bop
Like the tax man come to call
They go knock knock, knock knock
Hop and bop, hop and bop, hop and bop
They slap a death writ on his doorHere come the judgment train, get on board
And turn that big black engine home
Let's roll, let's roll, down the tunnel, the terrible tunnel of his world
Waitin' at his final station, like a bigger blacker third birdLet's roll, let's roll, let's roll
O, his road is dark and lonely
He don't drive no CadillacO, his road is dark and holy
He don't drive no Cadillac
If that sky serves as his eyes
Then that moon is a cataract
Let's roll, roll, yeah, let's roll
Yeah, let's roll, let's roll