Bob Dylan – Blind Willie Mctell (Guitar)

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Seen the arrow on the doorpost

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Saying, "This land is condemned

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All the way from New Orleans

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To Jerusalem."

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I traveled through East Texas

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Where many martyrs fell

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And I know no one can sing the blues

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Like Blind Willie McTell

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Well, I heard that hoot owl singing

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As they were taking down the tents

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The stars above the barren trees

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Were his only audience

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Them charcoal gypsy maidens

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Can strut their feathers well

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But nobody can sing the blues

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Like Blind Willie McTell

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See them big plantations burning

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Hear the cracking of the whips

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Smell that sweet magnolia blooming

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(And) see the ghosts of slavery ships

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I can hear them tribes a-moaning

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(I can) hear the undertaker's bell

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(Yeah), nobody can sing the blues

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Like Blind Willie McTell

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There's a woman by the river

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With some fine young handsome man

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He's dressed up like a squire

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Bootlegged whiskey in his hand

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There's a chain gang on the highway

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I can hear them rebels yell

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And I know no one can sing the blues

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Like Blind Willie McTell

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Well, God is in heaven

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And we all want what's his

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But power and greed and corruptible seed

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Seem to be all that there is

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I'm gazing out the window

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Of the St. James Hotel

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And I know no one can sing the blues

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Like Blind Willie McTell