Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blind Willie McTell, artist - Chrissie Hynde.
Date of issue: 20.05.2021
Song language: English
Blind Willie McTell |
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 that 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 |
See the ghosts of slavery ships |
I can hear them tribes a-moaning |
Hear that 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 |
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 that there is |
I’m gazing out the window |
Of the St. James Hotel |
And I know no one can sing the blues |
Like Blind Willie McTell |