[00:00.69]Artist：bob dylan
[00:02.43]Songs Title：blind willie mctell
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[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
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[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