The Band - Blind Willie McTell lyrics
[The Band - Blind Willie McTell lyrics]
Seen the arrow on the door post
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 one thing
Nobody can sing them blues
Like Blind Willie McTell
Well, I heard the hoot-owl singing as
They were taking down the tents
The stars above all the barren
Trees were his only audience
Yeah, them charcoal gypsy maidens can
Strut their feathers well
And I know one thing
Nobody can sing them blues
Like Blind Willie McTell
See them big plantations a-burning
Can't you hear the cracking of the whips
Smell that sweet magnolia blossom blooming
See the ghosts of the slavery ships
Well, I can hear them tribes a-moanin'
I can hear the undertaker's bell
And I know one thing
Nobody can sing them blues
Like Blind Willie McTell
There's a woman she's standing by the river
She is with some fine young handsome man
See he's all dressed just like a squire
He's got bootleg whiskey in his hand
Yeah, there's a chain-gang out on the highway
And I can hear them rebels yell
And I know one thing
Nobody can sing them blues
Like Blind Willie McTell
God, oh God is in Heaven and
We all want what is His
But the power and greed
The corruptible seed seems to be
All that there is
Hey, hey I'm a-gazing out the window
Of the St james Hotel and I know one thing
Nobody can sing them blues
Like Blind Willie McTell
Hey, hey I know one thing
Nobody can sing them blues
Like Blind Willie McTell
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 one thing
Nobody can sing them blues
Like Blind Willie McTell
Well, I heard the hoot-owl singing as
They were taking down the tents
The stars above all the barren
Trees were his only audience
Yeah, them charcoal gypsy maidens can
Strut their feathers well
And I know one thing
Nobody can sing them blues
Like Blind Willie McTell
See them big plantations a-burning
Can't you hear the cracking of the whips
Smell that sweet magnolia blossom blooming
See the ghosts of the slavery ships
Well, I can hear them tribes a-moanin'
I can hear the undertaker's bell
And I know one thing
Nobody can sing them blues
Like Blind Willie McTell
There's a woman she's standing by the river
She is with some fine young handsome man
See he's all dressed just like a squire
He's got bootleg whiskey in his hand
Yeah, there's a chain-gang out on the highway
And I can hear them rebels yell
And I know one thing
Nobody can sing them blues
Like Blind Willie McTell
God, oh God is in Heaven and
We all want what is His
But the power and greed
The corruptible seed seems to be
All that there is
Hey, hey I'm a-gazing out the window
Of the St james Hotel and I know one thing
Nobody can sing them blues
Like Blind Willie McTell
Hey, hey I know one thing
Nobody can sing them blues
Like Blind Willie McTell