Eric Bibb Sunrise Blues song 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