Blind Lemon Jefferson is a-coming
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Tap tap tappin with his cane
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Blind Lemon Jefferson is a-coming
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Tap tap tappin with his cane
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His last ditch lies down the road of trials
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Down the road of trials
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Half filled with rain
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O Sycamore, Sycamore!
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Stretch your arms across the storm
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Down fly two greasy brother-crows
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They hop'n'bop They hop'n'bop They hop'n'bop
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Like the tax-man come to call
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They go knock knock! Knock knock!
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Hop'n'bop hop'n'bop
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They slap a death-writ on his door
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Here come the Judgement train
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Git on board!
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And turn that big black engine home
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O let's roll!
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Let's roll!
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Down the tunnel
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The terrible tunnel of his world
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Waiting at his final station
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Like a bigger blacker third bird
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O let's roll!
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Let's roll!
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O his road is dark and lonely
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He don't drive no Cadillac
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O his road is dark and holy
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He don't drive no Cadillac
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If that sky serves as his eyes
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Then that moons a cataract
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Let's roll!
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Yeah let's roll!
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Blind Lemon Jefferson
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| Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds |
