Testo Blind Willie McTell - Tom Morello: The Nightwatchman
Testo della canzone Blind Willie McTell (Tom Morello: The Nightwatchman), tratta dall'album Chimes of Freedom - The Songs of Bob Dylan (Honoring 50 Years of Amnesty International)
Seen the arrow on the door post
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
Was 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 as sweet Magnolia blooming
And see the ghosts of slavery ships
I can hear them tribes moaning
Hear the undertaker's bell
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
And I can hear them rebels yell
And I know, no one can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell
Well, God is in His Heaven
And we all want what's His
But power and greed and corruptible seed
Seem to be all here, that there is
I'm gazing out the window
Of the Saint James Hotel
And I know, no one can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell
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Writer(s): Bob Dylan
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