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Blind Willie McTell 1 Bob Dylan © 1983 Special Rider Music (Official lyrics @ www.bobdylan.com)

11 Apr 1983 BLIND WILLIE MCTELL 7" single, take 1 11 Apr 1983 SPRINGTIME IN NEW YORK:     THE BOOTLEG SERIES VOL. 16 / 1980-1985, take 5 BLIND WILLIE MCTELL 7" single, take 5 DOWN IN THE FLOOD (T-146) ROUGH CUTS (T-346) GENUINE BOOTLEG SERIES (T-393) 5 May 1983 the bootleg series volumes 1-3     [rare and unreleased] 1961-1991 THE ESSENTIAL BOB DYLAN DYLAN 2007 THE BEST OF THE BOOTLEG SERIES [UNCUT] BLIND WILLIE MCTELL CD single #1 BLIND WILLIE MCTELL CD single #2

Infidels session 1, Power Station NYC - 11.apr.1983, take 1 Infidels session 1, Power Station NYC - 11.apr.1983, take 5 "full band" ••• bootleg versions have unedited "cough" which has been edited out on BS-16 ••• Infidels session 18, Power Station NYC - 5.may.1983, BS-1-3 version Three slightly different lyrics Seen the arrow on the doorpost, sayin', "This land is condemned" All the way from New Orleans to Jerusalem [Well] I travelled thru East Texas where many martyrs fell An' i know no one can sing the blues like Blind Willie McTell. [Well/Mmm] i heard that hoot-owl singin' as they were takin' down the tents The stars above the barren trees was his only audience Them charcoal gypsy maidens can strut their feathers well But nobody can sing the blues like Blind Willie McTell. See them big plantations burnin', hear the crackin' of the whips Smell that sweet magnolia bloomin', see the ghosts of slavery ships I can hear them tribes a-moanin', hear that undertaker's bell [ Nobody can sing the blues like Blind Willie McTell. / An' 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 An' i know no one can sing the blues like Blind Willie McTell. [Well] God is in his heaven an' we all want what's his But power an' greed an' corruptible seed seem to be all that there is I'm gazin' out the window of [the/that] old St. James hotel [But/And] i know no one can sing the blues like Blind Willie McTell.

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Blind Willie McTell 2

17 Aug 1997 LOVE SICK CD 2 (CD EP single) 24 Aug 1997 GENUINE BOOTLEG SERIES Vol. 3     The Third One Now (T-636)

Live, Jones Beach Amphitheater, Wantaugh NY - 17.aug.1997 Live, Wolf Trap Farm, Vienna VA - 24.aug.1997 I seen the arrow on the doorpost, sayin', "This land, this land is condemned'' All the way from New Orleans to New Jerusalem Well, i travelled through East Texas where many martyrs fell An' i know one thing, nobody can sing the blues like Blind Willie McTell. I heard that hoot-owl moanin' as they were takin' down the tents The stars above the barren trees was his only audience Them charcoal gypsy maidens can strut their feathers well And i know one thing, nobody 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 I can hear them, hear them tribes a-moanin', i can hear them rebels yell An' i know one thing, nobody can sing the blues like Blind Willie McTell. God is in his heaven an' we all want what's his But power an' greed an' corruptible seed seem to be all that there is I'm gazin' out the window of the St. James hotel And i know one thing, nobody can sing the blues like Blind Willie McTell.

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Blind Willie McTell 3

11 June 1998 LES BONS MOMENTS (T-672) HEADING FOR ANOTHER JOINT

Live, Forum, Copenhagen Danemark - 11.jun.1998 Seen the arrow on my doorpost, sayin', "This land, this land is condemned'' All the way from New Orleans to New Jerusalem Well, i travelled through East Texas where many martyrs fell An' i know one thing, nobody can sing the blues like Blind Willie McTell. Well, I heard that hoot-owl singin' as they were takin' down the tents The stars above the barren trees was his only audience Well them charcoal gypsy maidens can strut their feathers well And i know one thing, nobody can sing the blues like Blind Willie McTell. Now, there's a woman by the river with some fine young handsome man He's dressed up, dressed up like a squire, bootleg whiskey in his hand I can hear them tribes a-moanin', i can hear them undertaker's bell An' i know one thing, nobody can sing the blues like Blind Willie McTell. Up here, God is in his heaven an' we all want what's his But power an' greed an' corruptible seed seem to be all that there is Well i'm gazin' out the window of the St. James hotel And i can tell you one thing, nobody can sing the blues like Blind Willie McTell.