Blind Lemon Jefferson — текст песни (Nick Cave and The Bad Seed)





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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