| Song | Blind Willie McTell |
| Artist | Bob Dylan |
| Album | Music & Photos |
| [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 |