#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: Harlan L Thompson BLIND WILLIE McTELL- Bob Dylan Dm A Dm Seen the arrow on the doorpost Dm A Dm Saying this land is condemned A C G Bb C Dm All the way from New Orleans to Jeruselem Dm A Dm I travelled to East Texas Dm A Dm Where many martyrs fell A C G And I know no one can sing the blues Bb C Dm 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 (originally done around 1983, released as part of The Bootleg Series, 1-3) (sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu)