And I know no one can sing the blues Like blind willie mctell
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
see the ghosts of slavery ships
I can hear them tribes a-moaning
hear the undertakers bell
nobody can sing the blues
Like blind willie mctell
Theres a woman by the river
With some fine young handsome man Hes dressed up like a squire
Bootlegged whiskey in his hand
Theres a chain gang on the highway
I can hear them rebels yell
And I know no one can sing the blues Like blind willie mctell
Well, God is in heaven
And we all want whats his But power and greed and corruptible seed Seem to be all that there is
Im gazing out the window
Of the st. james hotel
And I know no one can sing the blues Like blind willie mctell
[00:00.69]Artist：bob dylan [00:02.43]Songs Title：blind willie mctell [00:05.24] [00:19.03]Seen the arrow on the doorpost [00:24.40] [00:25.40]Saying, this land is condemned [00:29.27] [00:32.57]All the way from new orleans [00:38.75]To jerusalem. [00:42.06] [00:43.87]I traveled through east texas [00:47.84] [00:50.71]Where many martyrs fell [00:55.08] [00:56.21]And I know no one can sing the blues [01:01.82]Like blind willie mctell [01:06.00] [01:10.87]Well, I heard the hoot owl singing [01:15.92] [01:18.11]As they were taking down the tents [01:21.85] [01:24.16]The stars above the barren trees [01:28.90]Were his only audience [01:32.64] [01:35.44]Them charcoal gypsy maidens [01:42.18]Can strut their feathers well [01:46.18] [01:48.36]But nobody can sing the blues [01:53.54]Like blind willie mctell [01:57.70] [02:03.57]See them big plantations burning [02:09.75]Hear the cracking of the whips [02:12.91] [02:15.28]Smell that sweet magnolia blooming [02:18.85] [02:20.22]see the ghosts of slavery ships [02:24.72] [02:26.65]I can hear them tribes a-moaning [02:30.41] [02:33.72]hear the undertakers bell [02:37.21] [02:39.86]nobody can sing the blues [02:44.05] [02:45.23]Like blind willie mctell [02:48.79] [02:50.72]Theres a woman by the river [02:54.95] [02:57.57]With some fine young handsome man [03:03.75]Hes dressed up like a squire [03:06.43] [03:09.93]Bootlegged whiskey in his hand [03:13.73] [03:14.92]Theres a chain gang on the highway [03:18.97] [03:21.66]I can hear them rebels yell [03:25.15] [03:27.65]And I know no one can sing the blues [03:33.45]Like blind willie mctell [03:37.63] [04:06.52]Well, God is in heaven [04:10.27] [04:13.82]And we all want whats his [04:19.69]But power and greed and corruptible seed [04:25.30]Seem to be all that there is [04:29.55] [04:31.86]Im gazing out the window [04:35.79] [04:37.97]Of the st. james hotel [04:41.90] [04:43.96]And I know no one can sing the blues [04:49.83]Like blind willie mctell
