Blind Willie McTell - Bob Dylan

    Seen the arrow on the doorpost
    Saying, "This land is condemned
    All the way from New Orleans
    To Jerusalem."
    I traveled through East Texas
    Where many martyrs fell
    And I know no one can sing the blues
    Like Blind Willie McTell

    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
    (Yeah), nobody 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
    And I know no one 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
    And I know no one can sing the blues
    Like Blind Willie McTell
     
     

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