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!.