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Seen the arrow on the doorpost |
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Saying, "This land is condemned" |
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All the way from New Orleans |
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To Jerusalem." |
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I traveled through East Texas |
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Where many martyrs fell |
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And I know no one can sing the blues |
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Like Blind Willie McTell |
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Well, I heard the hoot owl singing |
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As they were taking down the tents |
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The stars above the barren trees |
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Were his only audience |
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Them charcoal gypsy maidens |
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Can strut their feathers well |
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But nobody can sing the blues |
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Like Blind Willie McTell |
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See them big plantations burning |
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Hear the cracking of the whips |
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Smell that sweet magnolia blooming |
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(And) see the ghosts of slavery ships |
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I can hear them tribes a-moaning |
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(I can) hear the undertaker's bell |
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(Yeah), nobody can sing the blues |
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Like Blind Willie McTell |
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There's a woman by the river |
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With some fine young handsome man |
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He's dressed up like a squire |
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Bootlegged whiskey in his hand |
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There's a chain gang on the highway |
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I can hear them rebels yell |
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And I know no one can sing the blues |
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Like Blind Willie McTell |
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Well, God is in his heaven |
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And we all want what's his |
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But power and greed and corruptible seed |
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Seem to be all that there is |
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I'm gazing out the window |
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Of the St. James Hotel |
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And I know no one can sing the blues |
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Like Blind Willie McTell |
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