2.Blind Willie Mctell
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Seen the arrow on the door post saying 'this land is condemned'
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All the way from new orleans to jerusalem.
I traveled through east texas where many martyrs fell
And 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
tents
The stars above all the barren trees were his only audience.
Yeah, them charcoal gypsy maidens can strut their feathers well
And i know one thing, nobody can sing them blues like blind
willie mctell.
See them big plantations a-burning, can't 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
undertaker's bell
And i know one thing, nobody can sing them blues like blind
willie mctell.
There's a woman she's standing by the river, she is with some
fine young handsome man
See he's all dressed just like a squire, he's got bootleg
whiskey in his hand.
Yeah, there's a chain-gang out on the highway and i can hear
them rebels yell
And 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 his
But the power and greed, the corruptible seed seems to be all
that there is.
Hey, hey, i'm a-gazing out the window of the st. james hotel
And 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.
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