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 Dm Seen the arrow A7  on the doorpo Dm  st
 Dm Saying, "This land A7  is condemn Dm  ed
 Dm All the A7  way fro C m New O G  rleans
 Bb To Je C rusa Dm  lem."
 Dm I traveled A7  through East T Dm  exas
 Dm Where many A7  martyrs f Dm  ell
 Dm And I know no A7  one ca C n sing the b G  lues
Li Bb ke Blind Wil C lie McTe Dm  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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