Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds - Blind Lemon Jefferson Lyrics

Blind Lemon Jefferson is a-coming
Tap tap tapping with his cane
Blind Lemon Jefferson is coming
Tap tap tapping with his cane
His last ditch lies down the road of trials
Down the road of trials
Half filled with rain

Oh 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, hop'n'bop
They slap a death-writ on his door

Here come the Judgement 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
Waiting at his final station
Like a bigger blacker third bird, huh

Oh, let's roll
Let's roll
Oh, let's roll

Oh, his road is dark and lonely
He don't drive no Cadillac
Oh, 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
Roll on
Let's roll
Yeah, let's roll