Song | Blind Willie McTell |
Artist | Bob Dylan |
Album | Music & Photos |
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[00:17.400] | Seen the arrow on the doopost |
[00:23.580] | Saying, "This land is condemned“ |
[00:31.400] | All the way from New Orleans |
[00:37.400] | To Jerusalem" |
[00:42.580] | I traveled through East Texas |
[00:49.580] | Where many martyrs fell |
[00:55.400] | And I know no one can sing the blues |
[01:00.580] | Like Blind Willie McTell |
[01:10.400] | Well, I heard that hoot owl singing |
[01:17.580] | As they were taking down the tents |
[01:24.400] | The stars above the barren trees |
[01:29.400] | Were his only audience |
[01:35.400] | Them charcoal gypsy maidens |
[01:42.400] | Can strut their feathers well |
[01:48.400] | But nobody can sing the blues |
[01:53.400] | Like Blind Wwllie McTell |
[02:03.400] | See them big plantations burning |
[02:09.400] | Hear the cracking of the whips |
[02:15.400] | Smell that sweet magnolia blooming |
[02:20.400] | See the ghosts of slavery ships |
[02:26.400] | I can hear them tribes a-moaning |
[02:34.400] | Hear that undertaker's bell |
[02:40.400] | Nobody can sing the blues |
[02:45.400] | Like Blind Willie McTell |
[02:51.400] | There's a woman by the river |
[02:57.400] | With some fine young handsome man |
[03:03.400] | He's dressed up like a squire |
[03:10.400] | Bootlegged whiskey in his hand |
[03:15.400] | There's a chain gang on the highway |
[03:22.400] | I can hear them rebels yell |
[03:27.580] | And I know no one can sing the blues |
[03:33.500] | Like Blind Willie McTell |
[04:06.400] | Well, God is in His heaven |
[04:14.400] | And we all want what's his |
[04:20.400] | But power and greed and corruptible seed |
[04:25.400] | Seem to be all that there is |
[04:31.400] | I'm gazing out the window |
[04:38.400] | Of the St.james Hotel |
[04:44.400] | And I know no one can sing the blues |
[04:50.400] | Like Blind willie McTell |
[00:17.400] | Seen the arrow on the doopost |
[00:23.580] | Saying, " This land is condemned" |
[00:31.400] | All the way from New Orleans |
[00:37.400] | To Jerusalem" |
[00:42.580] | I traveled through East Texas |
[00:49.580] | Where many martyrs fell |
[00:55.400] | And I know no one can sing the blues |
[01:00.580] | Like Blind Willie McTell |
[01:10.400] | Well, I heard that hoot owl singing |
[01:17.580] | As they were taking down the tents |
[01:24.400] | The stars above the barren trees |
[01:29.400] | Were his only audience |
[01:35.400] | Them charcoal gypsy maidens |
[01:42.400] | Can strut their feathers well |
[01:48.400] | But nobody can sing the blues |
[01:53.400] | Like Blind Wwllie McTell |
[02:03.400] | See them big plantations burning |
[02:09.400] | Hear the cracking of the whips |
[02:15.400] | Smell that sweet magnolia blooming |
[02:20.400] | See the ghosts of slavery ships |
[02:26.400] | I can hear them tribes amoaning |
[02:34.400] | Hear that undertaker' s bell |
[02:40.400] | Nobody can sing the blues |
[02:45.400] | Like Blind Willie McTell |
[02:51.400] | There' s a woman by the river |
[02:57.400] | With some fine young handsome man |
[03:03.400] | He' s dressed up like a squire |
[03:10.400] | Bootlegged whiskey in his hand |
[03:15.400] | There' s a chain gang on the highway |
[03:22.400] | I can hear them rebels yell |
[03:27.580] | And I know no one can sing the blues |
[03:33.500] | Like Blind Willie McTell |
[04:06.400] | Well, God is in His heaven |
[04:14.400] | And we all want what' s his |
[04:20.400] | But power and greed and corruptible seed |
[04:25.400] | Seem to be all that there is |
[04:31.400] | I' m gazing out the window |
[04:38.400] | Of the St. james Hotel |
[04:44.400] | And I know no one can sing the blues |
[04:50.400] | Like Blind willie McTell |
[00:17.400] | Seen the arrow on the doopost |
[00:23.580] | Saying, " This land is condemned" |
[00:31.400] | All the way from New Orleans |
[00:37.400] | To Jerusalem" |
[00:42.580] | I traveled through East Texas |
[00:49.580] | Where many martyrs fell |
[00:55.400] | And I know no one can sing the blues |
[01:00.580] | Like Blind Willie McTell |
[01:10.400] | Well, I heard that hoot owl singing |
[01:17.580] | As they were taking down the tents |
[01:24.400] | The stars above the barren trees |
[01:29.400] | Were his only audience |
[01:35.400] | Them charcoal gypsy maidens |
[01:42.400] | Can strut their feathers well |
[01:48.400] | But nobody can sing the blues |
[01:53.400] | Like Blind Wwllie McTell |
[02:03.400] | See them big plantations burning |
[02:09.400] | Hear the cracking of the whips |
[02:15.400] | Smell that sweet magnolia blooming |
[02:20.400] | See the ghosts of slavery ships |
[02:26.400] | I can hear them tribes amoaning |
[02:34.400] | Hear that undertaker' s bell |
[02:40.400] | Nobody can sing the blues |
[02:45.400] | Like Blind Willie McTell |
[02:51.400] | There' s a woman by the river |
[02:57.400] | With some fine young handsome man |
[03:03.400] | He' s dressed up like a squire |
[03:10.400] | Bootlegged whiskey in his hand |
[03:15.400] | There' s a chain gang on the highway |
[03:22.400] | I can hear them rebels yell |
[03:27.580] | And I know no one can sing the blues |
[03:33.500] | Like Blind Willie McTell |
[04:06.400] | Well, God is in His heaven |
[04:14.400] | And we all want what' s his |
[04:20.400] | But power and greed and corruptible seed |
[04:25.400] | Seem to be all that there is |
[04:31.400] | I' m gazing out the window |
[04:38.400] | Of the St. james Hotel |
[04:44.400] | And I know no one can sing the blues |
[04:50.400] | Like Blind willie McTell |