Chords for Bob Dylan - Blind Willie McTell (Infidels Outtake)
Tempo:
110 bpm
Chords used:
Ebm
Bb
Db
Ab
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Ebm] [Bb]
[Ebm] I've seen the [Bb] arrow [Ebm] on the doorpost, saying this [Bb] land [Ebm] is condemned.
All [Bb] the way [Db] from New [Ab] [B] Orleans to [Db] [Ebm] Jerusalem.
Well, I've traveled [Bb] through [Ebm] East Texas, where [Bb] many [Ebm] martyrs fell.
And I [Bb] know no one [Db] can [Ab] sing the blues [B] like [Db] blind Willie [Ebm] McDill.
[Bb] [Ebm]
[Gb] [Ebm] I've heard that hoot-howl singing, as they were [Bb] taking down the [Ebm] tents.
The [Bb] stars [Db] above the barren [Ab] trees [B] was his [Bbm] only
[Ebm] audience.
Them [Bb] charcoal gypsy [Ebm] maidens, construct their feathers well.
But [Bb] nobody can [Db] sing the blues [Ab] like [B] blind Willie [Db] [Ebm] McDill.
[Bb] [Ebm]
[Bb] [Db] [Ab] [B]
[Db] [Ebm]
See [Bb] that big [Ebm] plantation's burning, hear [Bb] the cracking of [Ebm] the whips.
Smell that [Bb] sweet magnolia blooming, [Db] see the [Ab] ghost [B] of slavery's [Db] ships.
[Ebm]
I can [Bb] hear them [Ebm] tribes a-moaning, hear [Bb] their undertakers [Ebm] bell.
And I know [Bb] no one can [Db] sing the [Ab] blues like [B] blind Willie [Db] McDill.
[Ebm]
[Bb] [Db]
[Ab] [B] [Db] [Ebm]
There's a woman [Bb] by [Ebm] the river, with some fine young [Bb] handsome [Ebm] man.
He's dressed [Bb] up like a [Db] squire, [Fm] bootleg, with [Ab] whiskey in his [Db] [Ebm] hand.
There's a chain gang [Bb] on [Ebm] the highway, I can hear them rebels yowl.
And I know [Bb] no one can [Db] sing the [Ab] blues like [B] blind Willie [Db] McDill.
[Ebm]
[Bb] [Ebm]
[Bb] [Db]
[Ab] [B] [Db] [Ebm]
[Bb] God is in [Ebm] his heaven, and we [Bb] all want [Ebm] what's his.
But power [Bb] and greed and [Db] corruptible [Ab] seed [B] seem to be [Db] all that there [Ebm] is.
I'm gazing [Bb] out [Ebm] the window of that old St.
[Db] James' [Ebm] hotel.
And I know no [Bb] one [Db] can sing the blues [Ab] like [B] blind [Db] Willie [Ebm] McDill.
[Bb] [Ebm]
[Bb] [Db] [Ab]
[B] [Db] [Ebm]
[Bb] [Ebm] [Gb]
[Ebm] [Bb] [Db]
[Ebm] I've seen the [Bb] arrow [Ebm] on the doorpost, saying this [Bb] land [Ebm] is condemned.
All [Bb] the way [Db] from New [Ab] [B] Orleans to [Db] [Ebm] Jerusalem.
Well, I've traveled [Bb] through [Ebm] East Texas, where [Bb] many [Ebm] martyrs fell.
And I [Bb] know no one [Db] can [Ab] sing the blues [B] like [Db] blind Willie [Ebm] McDill.
[Bb] [Ebm]
[Gb] [Ebm] I've heard that hoot-howl singing, as they were [Bb] taking down the [Ebm] tents.
The [Bb] stars [Db] above the barren [Ab] trees [B] was his [Bbm] only
[Ebm] audience.
Them [Bb] charcoal gypsy [Ebm] maidens, construct their feathers well.
But [Bb] nobody can [Db] sing the blues [Ab] like [B] blind Willie [Db] [Ebm] McDill.
[Bb] [Ebm]
[Bb] [Db] [Ab] [B]
[Db] [Ebm]
See [Bb] that big [Ebm] plantation's burning, hear [Bb] the cracking of [Ebm] the whips.
Smell that [Bb] sweet magnolia blooming, [Db] see the [Ab] ghost [B] of slavery's [Db] ships.
[Ebm]
I can [Bb] hear them [Ebm] tribes a-moaning, hear [Bb] their undertakers [Ebm] bell.
And I know [Bb] no one can [Db] sing the [Ab] blues like [B] blind Willie [Db] McDill.
[Ebm]
[Bb] [Db]
[Ab] [B] [Db] [Ebm]
There's a woman [Bb] by [Ebm] the river, with some fine young [Bb] handsome [Ebm] man.
He's dressed [Bb] up like a [Db] squire, [Fm] bootleg, with [Ab] whiskey in his [Db] [Ebm] hand.
There's a chain gang [Bb] on [Ebm] the highway, I can hear them rebels yowl.
And I know [Bb] no one can [Db] sing the [Ab] blues like [B] blind Willie [Db] McDill.
[Ebm]
[Bb] [Ebm]
[Bb] [Db]
[Ab] [B] [Db] [Ebm]
[Bb] God is in [Ebm] his heaven, and we [Bb] all want [Ebm] what's his.
But power [Bb] and greed and [Db] corruptible [Ab] seed [B] seem to be [Db] all that there [Ebm] is.
I'm gazing [Bb] out [Ebm] the window of that old St.
[Db] James' [Ebm] hotel.
And I know no [Bb] one [Db] can sing the blues [Ab] like [B] blind [Db] Willie [Ebm] McDill.
[Bb] [Ebm]
[Bb] [Db] [Ab]
[B] [Db] [Ebm]
[Bb] [Ebm] [Gb]
[Ebm] [Bb] [Db]
Key:
Ebm
Bb
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Ab
B
Ebm
Bb
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[Ebm] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _
[Ebm] _ _ I've seen the [Bb] arrow [Ebm] on the doorpost, _ saying this [Bb] land [Ebm] is condemned.
_ All [Bb] the way [Db] from New [Ab] [B] Orleans to [Db] [Ebm] Jerusalem.
_ _ Well, I've traveled [Bb] through [Ebm] East Texas, _ where [Bb] many [Ebm] martyrs fell.
_ And I [Bb] know no one [Db] can [Ab] sing the blues [B] like [Db] blind Willie _ [Ebm] McDill.
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Ebm] _ _
_ _ [Gb] _ _ [Ebm] I've heard that hoot-howl singing, _ _ as they were [Bb] taking down the [Ebm] tents.
_ _ _ The [Bb] stars [Db] above the barren [Ab] trees [B] was his [Bbm] only _
[Ebm] audience.
_ _ Them [Bb] charcoal gypsy [Ebm] maidens, _ _ construct their feathers well.
_ _ _ But [Bb] nobody can [Db] sing the blues [Ab] like [B] blind Willie [Db] _ [Ebm] McDill. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bb] _ [Ebm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ [Db] _ _ [Ab] _ _ [B] _
_ _ [Db] _ [Ebm] _ _ _ _
See [Bb] that big [Ebm] plantation's burning, _ _ hear [Bb] the cracking of [Ebm] the whips. _ _
Smell that [Bb] sweet magnolia blooming, [Db] see the [Ab] ghost [B] of slavery's [Db] ships.
[Ebm] _ _ _ _
_ I can [Bb] hear them [Ebm] tribes a-moaning, _ hear [Bb] their undertakers [Ebm] bell. _ _
And I know [Bb] no one can [Db] sing the [Ab] blues like [B] blind Willie [Db] McDill.
[Ebm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Db] _ _
[Ab] _ _ [B] _ _ [Db] _ [Ebm] _ _ _
There's a woman [Bb] by [Ebm] the river, with some fine young [Bb] handsome [Ebm] man. _
_ _ He's dressed [Bb] up like a [Db] squire, [Fm] bootleg, with [Ab] whiskey in his [Db] [Ebm] hand. _ _
There's a chain gang [Bb] on [Ebm] the highway, _ _ I can hear them rebels _ _ yowl.
And I know [Bb] no one can [Db] sing the [Ab] blues like [B] blind Willie [Db] _ McDill.
[Ebm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Ebm] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Db] _ _
[Ab] _ [B] _ _ _ [Db] _ _ [Ebm] _ _
_ _ _ [Bb] God is in [Ebm] his heaven, and we [Bb] all want [Ebm] what's his.
_ But power [Bb] and greed and [Db] corruptible [Ab] seed [B] seem to be [Db] all that there [Ebm] is. _
_ I'm gazing [Bb] out [Ebm] the window _ of that old St.
[Db] James' [Ebm] hotel. _ _
And I know no [Bb] one [Db] can sing the blues [Ab] like [B] blind [Db] Willie [Ebm] McDill. _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ [Ebm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ [Db] _ _ _ [Ab] _
[B] _ _ [Db] _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ [Ebm] _ _ _ [Gb] _
[Ebm] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Db] _ _ _ _
[Ebm] _ _ I've seen the [Bb] arrow [Ebm] on the doorpost, _ saying this [Bb] land [Ebm] is condemned.
_ All [Bb] the way [Db] from New [Ab] [B] Orleans to [Db] [Ebm] Jerusalem.
_ _ Well, I've traveled [Bb] through [Ebm] East Texas, _ where [Bb] many [Ebm] martyrs fell.
_ And I [Bb] know no one [Db] can [Ab] sing the blues [B] like [Db] blind Willie _ [Ebm] McDill.
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Ebm] _ _
_ _ [Gb] _ _ [Ebm] I've heard that hoot-howl singing, _ _ as they were [Bb] taking down the [Ebm] tents.
_ _ _ The [Bb] stars [Db] above the barren [Ab] trees [B] was his [Bbm] only _
[Ebm] audience.
_ _ Them [Bb] charcoal gypsy [Ebm] maidens, _ _ construct their feathers well.
_ _ _ But [Bb] nobody can [Db] sing the blues [Ab] like [B] blind Willie [Db] _ [Ebm] McDill. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bb] _ [Ebm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ [Db] _ _ [Ab] _ _ [B] _
_ _ [Db] _ [Ebm] _ _ _ _
See [Bb] that big [Ebm] plantation's burning, _ _ hear [Bb] the cracking of [Ebm] the whips. _ _
Smell that [Bb] sweet magnolia blooming, [Db] see the [Ab] ghost [B] of slavery's [Db] ships.
[Ebm] _ _ _ _
_ I can [Bb] hear them [Ebm] tribes a-moaning, _ hear [Bb] their undertakers [Ebm] bell. _ _
And I know [Bb] no one can [Db] sing the [Ab] blues like [B] blind Willie [Db] McDill.
[Ebm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Db] _ _
[Ab] _ _ [B] _ _ [Db] _ [Ebm] _ _ _
There's a woman [Bb] by [Ebm] the river, with some fine young [Bb] handsome [Ebm] man. _
_ _ He's dressed [Bb] up like a [Db] squire, [Fm] bootleg, with [Ab] whiskey in his [Db] [Ebm] hand. _ _
There's a chain gang [Bb] on [Ebm] the highway, _ _ I can hear them rebels _ _ yowl.
And I know [Bb] no one can [Db] sing the [Ab] blues like [B] blind Willie [Db] _ McDill.
[Ebm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Ebm] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Db] _ _
[Ab] _ [B] _ _ _ [Db] _ _ [Ebm] _ _
_ _ _ [Bb] God is in [Ebm] his heaven, and we [Bb] all want [Ebm] what's his.
_ But power [Bb] and greed and [Db] corruptible [Ab] seed [B] seem to be [Db] all that there [Ebm] is. _
_ I'm gazing [Bb] out [Ebm] the window _ of that old St.
[Db] James' [Ebm] hotel. _ _
And I know no [Bb] one [Db] can sing the blues [Ab] like [B] blind [Db] Willie [Ebm] McDill. _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ [Ebm] _ _ _
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_ _ _ [Bb] _ [Db] _ _ _ [Ab] _
[B] _ _ [Db] _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ _
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[Ebm] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Db] _ _ _ _