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!