Chords for Bob Dylan - Blind Willie McTell (Original Release)

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Seen the arrow [Bb] _
on the [Ebm] dark post _ _ _ _ saying this [Bb] land is [Ebm] condemned. _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ [Ebm] _ [Bb] All the way [Db] from New _ [Ab]
Orleans [B] to _ _ [Db] _
_ Jerusalem.
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_ _ I traveled _
[Bb] through East [Ebm] Texas _ _ _ _ where [Bb] many martyrs [Ebm] fell. _
_ _ And I know [Bb] no [Db] one can sing [Ab] the blues [B] like Blind [Db] Willie _ _ [Ebm] _ McDonough.
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_ Well [Ebm] I heard [Bb] that hoot-a-sound [Ebm] _ _
as [Bbm] _ _ [Eb] _ they [Bb] were taking [Ebm] down the tents.
_ _ _ _ The [Bb] stars above [Db] the barren [Ab] trees [B] was his _ [Db] only _ [Ebm] audience. _ _
_ _ _ Then [Bb] charcoal gypsy [Ebm] _ maidens _ _ _ _ can [Bb] strut their feathers [Ebm] _ well.
_ _ _ _ But [Bb] nobody [Db] can sing the [Ab] blues _ [B] like Blind [Db] Willie _ _ [Ebm] McDonough. _
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[Bb] See them big [Ebm] plantations burning, _
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[Bb] hear the cracking [Ebm] of the wheels.
_ _ _ _ Smell [Bb] that sweet [Db] magnolia blooming, _
[Ab] _ _ [B] see the ghost [Db] of _ _ [Ebm] slavery's tear. _
_ _ I can hear them [Bb] _ tribes [Ebm] a-moaning, _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] hear that _ [Ebm] undertaker's bell.
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[Bb] Nobody [Db] can sing the [Ab] blues _ _ [B] _ like [Db] Blind Willie [Ebm] _ _
McDonough.
_ _ There's a woman [Bb] _ by [Ebm] the river _ with _ _ _ [Bb] some fine young [Ebm] handsome man.
_ _ _ _ He's [Bb] dressed up like a [Db] squire, _ _
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[Db] bootleg whiskey in [Ebm] his hand.
_ _ _ There's a chain [Bb] gang on [Ebm] the highway, _ _ _ _ _ I can [Bb] hear them rebels [Ebm] _ yell.
_ And _ I [Bb] know no [Db] one can [Ab] sing the _ [B] blues like [Db] Blind Willie _ [Ebm] McDonough. _
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_ _ _ Well God [Bb] is in his [Ebm] heaven and _ _ _ _ _ we [Bb] all want [Ebm] what's his. _ _ _ _
But [Bb] power and greed [Db] and corruptible [Ab] sin _ [B]
seem to [Db] be all that [Ebm] there _ is. _ _ _
I'm [Bb] gazing out the window [Ebm] _ _ of _ _ the [Bb] St.
James [Ebm] Hotel.
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And I [Bb] know no [Db] one can [Ab] sing the _ [B] blues like [Db] Blind Willie _ [Ebm] _
McDonough. _ _ _ _
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