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BLIND WILLIE MCTELL

Paroles et musique :Bob Dylan
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  Seen the arrow   on the doorpo  st
  Saying, "This land   is condemn  ed
  All the   way fro  m New O  rleans
  To Je  rusa  lem."
  I traveled   through East T  exas
  Where many   martyrs f  ell
  And I know no   one ca  n sing the b  lues
Li  ke Blind Wil  lie McTe  ll
 
 
Well, I heard the hoot owl 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
(And) see the ghosts of slavery ships
I can hear them tribes a-moaning
(I can) hear the undertaker's bell
And I know no one 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
Bootlegged whiskey in his hand
There's a chain gang on the highway
I can hear them rebels yell
i want to tell you one thing
nobody can sing
the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell
 
 
Well, God is in heaven
And we all want what's his
But power and greed and corruptible seed
Seem to be all that there is
I'm gazing out the window
Of the St. James Hotel
i want to tell you one thing
nobody can sing
the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell

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