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