Song | Blind Lemon Jefferson |
Artist | Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds |
Album | The Firstborn Is Dead |
作词 : Adamson, Bargeld, Cave, Harvey | |
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! |
zuò cí : Adamson, Bargeld, Cave, Harvey | |
Blind lemon jefferson is acoming | |
Tap tap tappin with his cane | |
Blind lemon jefferson is acoming | |
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 brothercrows | |
They hop' n' bop they hop' n' bop they hop' n' bop | |
Like the taxman come to call | |
They go knock knock! knock knock! | |
Hop' n' bop hop' n' bop | |
They slap a deathwrit 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! |