Band - Blind Willie Mctell Lyrics
Ebm bb ebm ebm bb ebmSeen the arrow on the door post saying this land is condemnedEbm bb c# g# b c# ebmAll the way from new orleans to jerusalem.I traveled through east texas where many martyrs fellAnd I know one thing, nobody can sing them blues like blind willie mctell.Well, I heard the hoot-owl singing as they were taking down the tentsThe stars above all the barren trees were his only audience.Yeah, them charcoal gypsy maidens can strut their feathers wellAnd I know one thing, nobody can sing them blues like blind willie mctell.See them big plantations a-burning, cant you hear the cracking of the whips,Smell that sweet magnolia blossom blooming, see the ghosts of the slavery ships.Well, I can hear them tribes a-moanin, I can hear the undertakers bellAnd I know one thing, nobody can sing them blues like blind willie mctell.Theres a woman shes standing by the river, she is with some fine young handsome manSee hes all dressed just like a squire, hes got bootleg whiskey in his hand.Yeah, theres a chain-gang out on the highway and I can hear them rebels yellAnd I know one thing, nobody can sing them blues like blind willie mctell.God, oh God is in heaven and we all want what is hisBut the power and greed, the corruptible seed seems to be all that there is.Hey, hey, Im a-gazing out the window of the st. james hotelAnd I know one thing, nobody can sing them blues like blind willie mctell.Hey, hey, I know one thing, nobody can sing them blues like blind willie mctell.
