Bob Dylan
Blind Willie McTell
Infidels Sessions (1983)

Tune down 1/2 step

gossage Em  (B7)  piano

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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"

  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

*instr*

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

*instr*  x 2  (ral.)

Em9~


(Band: ok

Morello: semi-élec + drum, voix grave

Cabrel: w/o tune down, Em  D  Em  e f♯/g f♯, Em  D  Asus2)