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BLIND WILLIE McTELL


Bob Dylan


Capo on 5


[Am] Seen the arrow [E] on the [Am] doorpost

Saying [Am] this land [E] is [Am] condemned

[Am] All the [E] way from [G] New Or-[D]-leans [F] to Je-[G]-rusa-[Am]-lem

I [Am] travelled [E] to East [Am] Texas

Where [Am] many [E] martyrs [Am] fell

And I [Am] know no [E] one can [G] sing the [D] blues

Like [F] Blind [G] Willie [Am] McTell


Well I [Am] heard that [E] hoot-owl [Am] singing

As they were [Am] taking [E] down the [Am] tents

[Am] The stars [E] above the [G] barren [D] trees

Were his [F] only [G] audi-[Am]-ence

[Am] Them charcoal [E] gypsy [Am] maidens

Can [Am] strut their [E] feathers [Am] well

But [Am] nobody [E] can [G] sing the [D] blues

Like [F] Blind [G] Willie [Am] McTell


See them [Am] big plan-[E]-tations [Am] burning

Hear the [Am] cracking [E] of the [Am] whips

[Am] Smell that [E] sweet mag-[G]-nolia [D] blooming

See the [F] ghosts of [G] slavery [Am] ships

I can [Am] hear them [E] tribes a [Am] moaning

Hear that [Am] under-[E]-taker's [Am] bell

[Am] Nobody [E] can [G] sing the [D] blues

Like [F] Blind [G] Willie [Am] McTell


There's a [Am] woman [E] by the [Am] river

With some [Am] fine young [E] handsome [Am] man

He's [Am] dressed up [E] like a [G] squire

[D] Bootleg [F] whiskey [G] in his [Am] hand

There's a [Am] chain gang [E] on a [Am] highway

I can [Am] hear them [E] rebels [Am] yell

But I [Am] know no [E] one can [G] sing the [D] blues

Like [F] Blind [G] Willie [Am] McTell


Well [Am] God is [E] up in [Am] Heaven,

And [Am] we are [E] what was [Am] his

But [Am] power, [E] greed and [G] corruptable [D] seed

[F] Seem to be [G] all that there [Am] is

[Am] I'm gazing [E] out the [Am] window

[Am] Of the St. [E] James [Am] Hotel

And I [Am] know no [E] one can [G] sing the [D] blues

Like [F] Blind [G] Willie [Am] McTell




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