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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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