Bob Dylan - Blind Willie McTell Lyrics

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Seen the arrow on the doorpost 
Saying, "This land is condemned 
All the way from New Orleans 
To Jerusalem." 
I traveled through East Texas 
Where many martyrs fell 
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 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 
Bootlegged whiskey in his hand 
There's 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 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 
And I know no one can sing the blues 
Like Blind Willie McTell

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lyrics submitted by azeira_10389 on 20-03-2005
lyrics corrected on 20-03-2005