Blind Willie Mctell
Bob Dylan
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DmSeen the arrowA7 on the doorpoDmst
DmSaying, "This landA7 is condemnDmed
DmAll theA7 way froCm New OGrleans
A#To JeCrusaDmlem."
DmI traveledA7 through East TDmexas
DmWhere manyA7 martyrs fDmell
DmAnd I know noA7 one caCn sing the bGlues
LiA#ke Blind WilClie McTeDmll
Well, I heard the hoot owl singing
As they were taking down the tents
The stars above the barren trees
Were his only audience
Them charcoal gypsy maidens
Can strut their feathers well
But nobody can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell
See them big plantations burning
Hear the cracking of the whips
Smell that sweet magnolia blooming
(And) see the ghosts of slavery ships
I can hear them tribes a-moaning
(I can) hear the undertaker's bell
And I know no one can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell
There's a woman by the river
With some fine young handsome man
He's dressed up like a squire
Bootlegged whiskey in his hand
There's a chain gang on the highway
I can hear them rebels yell
i want to tell you one thing
nobody can sing
the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell
Well, God is in heaven
And we all want what's his
But power and greed and corruptible seed
Seem to be all that there is
I'm gazing out the window
Of the St. James Hotel
i want to tell you one thing
nobody can sing
the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell