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From plaplagn@gara.une.oz.au Thu May 23 14:54:37 1991
From: plaplagn@gara.une.oz.au (Gordon Smith)
Newsgroups: rec.music.dylan
Subject: Re: Blind Willie McTell
Summary: These are the lyrics I was asking for:
Keywords: Blind Willie McTell, Bootlegs
Date: 23 May 91 05:20:52 GMT
Organization: University of New England, Armidale, Australia
What follows are the lyrics of "Blind Willie McTell", a BD song found on
the "Rare and Unreleased" CD collection:
seen the arrow on the door post
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
I've 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
instruct their feathers well
but nobody can sing the blues like Blind Willie McTell
see that big plantation burning
hear the cracking of the whip
smell that sweet magnolia blooming
see the ghost of slavery ships
I can hear them tribes a-moaning
hear the undertaker's bell
but 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
bootleg 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 that old Saint James hotel
and I know no one can sing the blues like Blind Willie McTell
Thanks to the person who posted them to me.
Patrick.
From plaplagn@gara.une.oz.au Wed May 29 12:03:09 1991
From: plaplagn@gara.une.oz.au (Patrick Laplagne)
Newsgroups: rec.music.dylan
Subject: Re: Blind Willie McTell
Summary: Blind Willie McTell chords
Date: 28 May 91 04:42:22 GMT
Organization: University of New England, Armidale, Australia
In article <1991May24.195116.8521@demon.co.uk>, jim@cix.compulink.co.uk (James Fryer) writes:
>
> Anyone got any idea of the chords?
>
> James Fryer
> --
> Jim@cix.uucp
try:
Am E Am
seen the arrow on the door post
C Am
saying this land is condemned
C G D F G Am
all the way from New Orleans to Jerusalem
Am E Am
well I traveled through east Texas
C Am
where many martyrs fell
C G D F G Am
and I know no one can sing the blues like Blind Willie McTell
...and so on.
This is very approximate, but it does the job. Any additions welcome.
BTW, if these chords look familiar to you, it's because they're those
of "The House of The Rising Sun" (ever heard Bob's version of it?)!
Cheers Patrick
From nmacavoy@crm114.Eng.Sun.COM Thu Feb 27 17:09:25 1992
From: nmacavoy@crm114.Eng.Sun.COM (Neil MacAvoy)
Newsgroups: rec.music.dylan
Subject: Re: Blind Willie McTell
Date: 25 Feb 92 21:14:17 GMT
Organization: Sun Microsystems, Mt. View, Ca.
NNTP-Posting-Host: crm114
In article <1113@datmuc.UUCP> chr@datmuc.UUCP (Christian Lechner) writes:
>One more lyrics request:
> can someone email me the lyrics to BWMcT ?
>
>As I'm just starting to figure out how to play this song, suggestions
>about the chords would be appreciated.
>
>Thanks,
>Christian
Tried to reply and it bounced, so I'm posting. Caveat Emptor
on these chords, there might be mistakes.
Here is what I came up with:
Put a Capo on the 6th fret of your guitar. There is a lick
that gets played over the Am chord form, it's pretty easy
to figure out by ear. I think it's all being finger-picked,
BTW.
All chords forms below are the standard open forms. So when
I say Am, you are fingering an Am but you are really playing
Ebm because of the Capo.
Here it is. I'll let you figure out the timing, which I haven't
really shown at all. I also don't have the lyrics yet, would
like to see them myself.
Am E7 Am (lick)
I see the...
Am E7 Am (lick)
Saying this land...
Am E7 G D
All the Way to N. Orleans...
F G Am (lick)
To Jerusalem...
Repeat pattern for all verses. Also, I have been playing this
in dropped-D sometimes. They may be doing that on the album.
Have fun!
-Neil
--
nmacavoy@Eng.Sun.COM
--
nmacavoy@Eng.Sun.COM
From michael@csseq.cs.tamu.edu Thu Feb 27 17:09:29 1992
From: michael@csseq.cs.tamu.edu (michael denison)
Newsgroups: rec.music.dylan
Subject: Re: Blind Willie McTell
Date: 26 Feb 92 02:04:47 GMT
Organization: Texas A&M University -- 42,000 fools and their president.
In article <1113@datmuc.UUCP> chr@datmuc.UUCP (Christian Lechner) writes:
> can someone email me the lyrics to BWMcT ?
>
>As I'm just starting to figure out how to play this song, suggestions
>about the chords would be appreciated.
>
>Christian
These are the words and chord progression for Blind Willie McTell.
It seems to be easiest to play with a capo on the first fret, or by
tuning your guitar up half a step. The chord progression repeats
respectively:
"Blind Willie McTell" -- Bob Dylan
Ebm Bb Ebm
seen the arrow on the door post
Ebm Bb Ebm
saying this land is condemned
Ebm Bb C# G# B C# Ebm
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
I've 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
instruct their feathers well
but nobody can sing the blues like Blind Willie McTell
see that big plantation burning
hear the cracking of the whip
smell that sweet magnolia blooming
see the ghost of slavery ships
I can hear them tribes a-moaning
hear the undertaker's bell
but 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
bootleg 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 that old Saint James hotel
and I know no one can sing the blues like Blind Willie McTell
--
Michael