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

Hatties back in Vicksburg, Ellas in my dreams
Could be heavens up in Harlem  nothin what it seams
Dollar in my hatband, guitar in a cotton sack
Clean shirt in my suitcase  Aint comin back

Early Sunday mornin
Ninety-nine degrees in the shade
Juniors settin behind the bar
Countin all the money he made

Blind Lemons on the phonograph
Shines in the Mason jar
Without a good woman ana fast train
You cant go but so far

Deacons in the church house, prayin for a sinner like me
But theyll 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