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Em B7 Em
D
Seen the arrow on the doorpost
Em
B7
Em D
Saying, "This land is condemned
Em
B7
D A
All the way from New Orleans
C
D Em
To Jerusalem."
Em
B7
Em D
I traveled through East Texas
Em
B7 Em D
Where many martyrs fell
Em
D A
And I know no one can sing the blues
C
D Em
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.
(Instrumental)
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.
ALTERNATIVE CHORD VERSION
(Capo 1st Fret)
Dm
A
Dm C
Seen the arrow on the doorpost
Dm
A
Dm C
Saying, "This land is condemned
Dm
A
C G
All the way from New Orleans
Bb
C Dm
To Jerusalem."
Dm
A
Dm C
I traveled through East Texas
Dm
A Dm C
Where many martyrs fell
Dm
A
C G
And I know no one can sing the blues
Bb
C Dm
Like Blind Willie McTell.
Copyright © 1983 Special Rider Music
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