Bob Dylan - Blind Willie Mctell текст песни

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 undertakers bell

(yeah), nobody can sing the blues

Like blind willie mctell

Theres a woman by the river

With some fine young handsome man

Hes dressed up like a squire

Bootlegged whiskey in his hand

Theres 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 whats his

But power and greed and corruptible seed

Seem to be all that there is

Im gazing out the window

Of the st. james hotel

And I know no one can sing the blues

Like blind willie mctell