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 [Bob Dylan] Seen the arrow on the door post Sayin', this land is condemned All the way from New Orleans To Jerusalem. I travelled through East Texas Where many martyrs fell. And I know no one can sing the blues Like Blind Willie McTell. Well I heard that hoot owl singin' As they were takin' down the tents. The stars above, the barren trees Were his only audience. Them charcoal gipsy maidens Can strut their feathers well But nobody can sing the blues Like Blind Willie McTell. Seen them big plantations burning Heard the cracking of the whips Smelt that sweet magnolia bloomin' Seen the ghosts of slavery ships. I can hear them tribes a-moanin' Hear that undertaker's bell. But 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 all dressed up like a squire Bootleg 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 His heaven And we all want what's His. But power and greed and corruptible seed Seems 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. [Print version] [Next song] |
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