Sunrise Blues
Fever in my soul, thorns in my side
Blues in my bones, holes in my pride
Dust in my shoes, dust in my eyes
Nothin’ in my pocket but the next sunrise
Hattie’s back in Vicksburg, Ella’s in my dreams
Could be heaven’s up in Harlem – nothin’ what it seams
Dollar in my hatband, guitar in a cotton sack
Clean shirt in my suitcase – ‘Ain’t comin’ back
Early Sunday mornin’
Ninety-nine degrees in the shade
Junior’s settin’ behind the bar
Countin’ all the money he made
Blind Lemon’s on the phonograph
‘Shine’s in the Mason jar
Without a good woman an’a fast train
You can’t go but so far
Deacons in the church house, prayin’ for a sinner like me
But they’ll crucify a deacon down here
Like they did Jesus from Galilee
Blues in my bones; thorns in my side
Fever in my soul, holes in my pride
Dust in my shoes, dust in my eyes
Nothin’ in my pocket but the next sunrise