The Death of Blind Lemon Jefferson
by Steven Clotzman

The street, it was dark and the night, it was cold
a man's weary fate was about to unfold
as he stumbled along, fell into the snow
and there, froze to death in old Chicago.
Oh, what a feeling, oh, what a sight
they say Blind Lemon Jefferson died last night

It was far from 'the sweat of the hot Texas sun
and his poor hungry mama back in that place he'd come from
where he sang on the street for a penny or two
and all were amazed by what he could do.
Oh, what a feeling, oh, what a sight
They say Blind Lemon Jefferson died last night

He played the guitar like no one could play
and he sang the blues like there was no other way
and the people would stop when they'd hear him sing
and even Leadbelly, they say from him, learned a few things.
Oh, what a feeling oh, what a sight,
they say Blind Lemon Jefferson died last night

It was late in the evening as he and some friends
were having a party, still not knowing then
and everyone was dancing and drinking without a care
and ain’t no one was thinking as he stepped out for air.
Oh, what a feeling, oh, what a sight,
they say Blind Lemon Jefferson died last night

Now, deep in my mind there is darkness and scorn.
And deep in our hearts this loss, we do mourn.
But somewhere above Texas beyond the moonlight
I know that his voice cries out in the night.
oh, what a feeling , oh, what a sight,
they say Blind Lemon Jefferson died last night


© 1986 Steven Clotzman - all rights reserved