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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 thingnobody can sing them blues like blind willie mctell.



WellI heard the hoot-owl singing as they were taking down the tents

The stars above all the barren trees were his only audience.

Yeahthem charcoal gypsy maidens can strut their feathers well

And I know one thingnobody can sing them blues like blind willie mctell.



See them big plantations a-burningcan't you hear the cracking of the whips

Smell that sweet magnolia blossom bloomingsee the ghosts of the slavery ships.

WellI can hear them tribes a-moanin'I can hear the undertaker's bell

And I know one thingnobody can sing them blues like blind willie mctell.



There's a woman she's standing by the rivershe is with some fine young handsome man

See he's all dressed just like a squirehe's got bootleg whiskey in his hand.

Yeahthere's a chain-gang out on the highway and I can hear them rebels yell

And I know one thingnobody can sing them blues like blind willie mctell.



Godoh God is in heaven and we all want what is his

But the power and greedthe corruptible seed seems to be all that there is.

HeyheyI'm a-gazing out the window of the st. james hotel

And I know one thingnobody can sing them blues like blind willie mctell.

HeyheyI know one thingnobody can sing them blues like blind willie mctell.