Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Blind Lemon Jefferson lyrics

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 d**h-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!