Lyrics: Blind Lemon Jefferson
Album: The Firstborn Is Dead
Artist: Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds
 

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!