[00:00.000] 作词 : Bob Dylan
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Bob Dylan
[00:05.227]Seen the arrow on the doorpost
[00:09.344]Saying "This land is condemned
[00:13.800]All the way from New Orleans
[00:16.534]To Jerusalem"
[00:19.915]Well, I traveled through East Texas
[00:24.287]Where many martyrs fell
[00:28.171]And I know no one can sing the blues
[00:31.143]Like Blind Willie McTell
[00:40.312]Hmm, I heard that hoot owl singing
[00:45.081]As they were taking down the tents
[00:50.063]The stars above the barren trees
[00:53.552]Was his only audience
[00:58.679]Them charcoal gypsy maidens
[01:03.300]Can strut their feathers well
[01:08.322]But nobody can sing the blues
[01:11.160]Like Blind Willie McTell
[01:35.954]See them big plantations burning
[01:40.199]Hear the cracking of the whips
[01:44.146]Smell that sweet magnolia blooming
[01:46.745]See the ghosts of slavery ships
[01:53.571]I can hear them tribes moaning
[01:57.463]Hear that undertaker's bell
[02:01.794]And I know no one can sing the blues
[02:05.255]Like Blind Willie McTell
[02:28.009]There's a woman by the river
[02:32.727]With some fine young handsome man
[02:37.722]He's dressed up like a squire
[02:40.219]Bootlegged whiskey in his hand
[02:45.636]There's a chain gang on the highway
[02:50.259]I can hear them rebels yell
[02:54.599]And I know no one can sing the blues
[02:58.097]Like Blind Willie McTell
[03:21.589]God is in His heaven
[03:25.677]And we all want what's His
[03:29.654]But power and greed and corruptible seed
[03:34.008]Seem to be all that there is
[03:38.387]I'm gazing out the window
[03:42.014]Of the old St. James Hotel
[03:46.627]And I know no one can sing the blues
[03:50.016]Like Blind Willie McTell

作词 : Bob Dylan
作曲 : Bob Dylan
Seen the arrow on the doorpost
Saying "This land is condemned
All the way from New Orleans
To Jerusalem"
Well, I traveled through East Texas
Where many martyrs fell
And I know no one can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell
Hmm, I heard that 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 that sweet magnolia blooming
See the ghosts of slavery ships
I can hear them tribes moaning
Hear that undertaker's bell
And I know no one 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
God is in His 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 old St. James Hotel
And I know no one can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell