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Album: The Bootleg Series Volumes 1-3 (2009) Artists: Dylan Bob Angelina Blind Willie McTell Call Letter Blues Catfish Eternal Circle Every Grain of Sand Farewell Angelina Foot of Pride Golden Loom Hard Times in New York Town He Was a Friend of Mine House Carpenter I Shall Be Released I'll Keep It with Mine Idiot Wind If Not for You If You Gotta Go, Go Now If You See Her, Say Hello It Takes a Lot to Laugh, It Takes a Train to Cry Kingsport Town Last Thoughts on Woody Guthrie Let Me Die in My Footsteps Like a Rolling Stone Lord Protect My Child Mama, You Been on My Mind Man on the Street Moonshiner My Mother The War * Need a Woman No More Auction Block Nobody 'Cept You Only a Hobo Paths of Victory Quit Your Low Down Ways Rambling, Gambling Willie Santa Fe Series of Dreams

Song: Blind Willie McTell Artists: Dylan Bob Favorite: Add Remove Dylan Bob The Bootleg Series Volumes 1-3 Blind Willie McTell by Bob Dylan Seen the arrow on the doorpost 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 no one can sing the blues Like Blind Willie McTell Well, I heard the hoot owl singing As they were taking down the tents The stars above the barren trees Were his only audience Them charcoal gypsy maidens Can strut their feathers well But nobody can sing the blues Like Blind Willie McTell See them big plantations burning Hear the cracking of the whips Smell that sweet magnolia blooming (And) see the ghosts of slavery ships I can hear them tribes a-moaning (I can) hear the undertaker's bell (Yeah), nobody can sing the blues Like Blind Willie McTell There's a woman by the river With some fine young handsome man He's dressed up like a squire Bootlegged whiskey in his hand There's a chain gang on the highway I can hear them rebels yell And I know no one can sing the blues Like Blind Willie McTell Well, God is in heaven And we all want what's his But power and greed and corruptible seed Seem to be all that there is I'm gazing out the window Of the St. James Hotel And I know no one can sing the blues Like Blind Willie McTell

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