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
