Sunrise Blues Lyrics

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