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 hopnbop they hopnbop they hopnbop
Like the tax-man come to call
They go knock knock! knock knock!
Hopnbop hopnbop
They slap a death-writ on his door

Here come the judgement train
Git on board!
And turn that big black engine home
O lets roll!
Lets roll!
Down the tunnel
The terrible tunnel of his world
Waiting at his final station
Like a bigger blacker third bird
O lets roll!
Lets roll!

O his road is dark and lonely
He dont drive no cadillac
O his road is dark and holy
He dont drive no cadillac
If that sky serves as his eyes
Then that moons a cataract

Lets roll!
Yeah lets roll!