Текст (слова) песни: Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds - Blind Lemon Jefferson
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!
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