Текст песни Blind Willie McTell - Bob Dylan

Seen the arrow on the doorpost,
Saying this land is condemned all the way from New Orleans to Jerusalem.
I travel through east Texas where many martyrs fell
And I dont know one that can sing the blue like blind Wille Mc Tell
Well I heard that hoo-dove singing
As the were taking down the tent
The stares abow the barren trees was hes
Only audiance
Them charcoal gypsy maidens
Can strut their feathers well
But nobody can sing the blues like blind Wille Mc tell
Seen them big plantations buring
Hear the cracking of the whips
Smell that sweet magnolia blooming
See the ghost of slvarvery ship
I can hear them tribes moaning
Hear the undertakers bell
Nobody can sing the blues like blind Wille Mc Tell
There's a woman by the river
With some fine young handsome man
He's dressed up like some squier
Bootlegged whiskey in his hand
There's chain gang on the highway
I can hear them rebells yell
And I know no one can sing the blues
Like blind Wille MC tell.
Well god is in his heaven
And we are what was 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 dont know no one that can sing the blues like blind Wille Mc tell.
The End