Bob Dylan – Blind Willie Mctell (Ukulele)

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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 to Jeruselem

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I travelled to East Texas

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Where many martyrs fell

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And I know no one can sing the blues like Blind Willie McTell

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Well I heard that hooter singing

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As they were taking down the tents

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The stars above the barren trees, 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 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, See the ghosts of slavery ships

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I can hear them tribes a moaning

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Hear that undertaker's bell

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Nobody can sing the blues 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, Bootleg whiskey in his hand

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There's a chain gang on a highway

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I can hear them rebels yell

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But I know no one can sing the blues like Blind Willie McTell

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Well God is up in Heaven

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And we are what was his

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But power,greed and corruptable seed, 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 like Blind Willie McTell