Blind Lemon Jefferson is a comin'   Tap tap tappin' with his cane   Blind Lemon Jefferson is a comin'   Tap tap tappin' with his cane      His last ditch lies 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 and bop, they hop and bop, they hop and bop   Like the tax man come to call   They go knock knock, knock knock   Hop and bop, hop and bop, hop and bop   They slap a death writ on his door      Here come the judgment train, get on board   And turn that big black engine home   Let's roll, let's roll, down the tunnel, the terrible tunnel of his world   Waitin' at his final station, like a bigger blacker third bird      Let's roll, 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 moon is a cataract   Let's roll, roll, yeah, let's roll   Yeah, let's roll, let's roll