Текст песни Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds -  Blind Lemon Jefferson   
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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!