Blind Willie Mctell
Bob DylanVersion1
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Seen the arrow on the doorpost
Saying this land is condemned
All the way from New Orleans to Jeruselem
I travelled to East Texas
Where many martyrs fell
And I know no one can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell
Well I heard that hooter 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
See the ghosts of slavery ships
I can hear them tribes a moaning
Hear that undertaker's bell
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
Bootleg whiskey in his hand
There's a chain gang on a highway
I can hear them rebels yell
But I know no one can sing the blues like Blind Willie McTell
Well God is up in Heaven
And we are what was his
But power,greed and corruptable 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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Readable chord sheet for Blind Willie Mctell by Bob Dylan
[D#] [A#] [C#] [G#] [B] [C#] -6--6----4--4--7--9----| -7--6----6--4--7--9----| -8--7----6--5--8--10---| -8--8----6--6--9--11---| -6--8----4--6--9--11---| -6--6----x--4--7--9----| [D#] [A#] [D#] [D#] [A#] [D#] [A#] [C#] [G#] [B] [C#] [D#] [D#]Seen the ar[A#]row on the d[D#]oorpost S[D#]aying this l[A#]and is co[D#]ndemned All the [A#]way from [C#]New [G#]Orleans [B]to J[C#]erusel[D#]em I t[D#]ravelled [A#]to East [D#]Texas W[D#]here many ma[A#]rtyrs [D#]fell And I k[A#]now no o[C#]ne can sing the b[G#]lues L[B]ike Blind Wi[C#]llie McT[D#]ell Well I heard that hooter 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 See the ghosts of slavery ships I can hear them tribes a moaning Hear that undertaker's bell 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 Bootleg whiskey in his hand There's a chain gang on a highway I can hear them rebels yell But I know no one can sing the blues like Blind Willie McTell Well God is up in Heaven And we are what was his But power,greed and corruptable 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