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