[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 |
[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 amoaning |
[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 |
[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 amoaning |
[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 |