i decided to submit the best way to play this song .
capo on the first fret :
intro | Dm | Dm A7 | Dm | Dm | |
Dm A7 Dm Am Dm
seen the arrow on the doorpost
A7 Dm Am Dm
saying , “this land is condemned
A7 C G
all the way from new orleans
A# C Dm Am Dm
to jerusalem . ”
A7 Dm Am Dm
i traveled through east texas
A7 Dm Am Dm
where many martyrs fell
A7 C G
and i know no one can sing the blues
A# C Dm Am Dm
like blind willie mctell
Dm A7 Dm Am Dm
well , i heard the hoot owl singing
A7 Dm Am Dm
as they were taking down the tents
A7 C G
the stars above the barren trees
A# C Dm Am Dm
were his only audience
A7 Dm Am Dm
them charcoal gypsy maidens
A7 Dm Am Dm
can strut their feathers well
A7 C G
but nobody can sing the blues
A# C Dm Am Dm
like blind willie mctell
Dm A7 Dm Am Dm
see them big plantations burning
A7 Dm Am Dm
hear the cracking of the whips
A7 C G
smell that sweet magnolia blooming
A# C Dm
( and ) see the ghosts of slavery ships
A7 Dm Am Dm
i can hear them tribes A – moaning
A7 Dm
( i can ) hear the undertaker’s bell
A7 C G
( yeah ) , nobody can sing the blues
A# C Dm Am Dm
like blind willie mctell
Dm A7 Dm Am Dm
there’s a woman by the river
A7 Dm Am Dm
with some fine young handsome man
A7 C G
he’s dressed up like a squire
A# C Dm
bootlegged whiskey in his hand
A7 Dm Am Dm
there’s a chain gang on the highway
A7 Dm Am Dm
i can hear them rebels yell
A7 C G
and i know no one can sing the blues
A# C Dm Am Dm
like blind willie mctell
Dm A7 Dm Am Dm
well , god is in heaven
A7 Dm Am Dm
and we all want what’s his
A7 C G
but power and greed and corruptible seed
A# C Dm
seem to be all that there is
A7 Dm Am Dm
i’m gazing out the window
A7 Dm Am Dm
of the st . james hotel
A7 C G
and i know no one can sing the blues
A# C Dm Am Dm
like blind willie mctell
coda | Dm A7 | Dm Am Dm | Dm A7 | Dm Am Dm |
| Dm A7 | C G | A# C | Dm Am Dm |
| Dm A7 | Dm Am Dm | Dm A7 | Dm Am Dm
| Dm A7 | C G | A# C | Dm | |
any comments or rates are greatly appreciated!
i decided to submit the best way to play this song .
capo on the first fret :
intro | Dm | Dm A7 | Dm | Dm | |
Dm A7 Dm Am Dm
seen the arrow on the doorpost
A7 Dm Am Dm
saying , “this land is condemned
A7 C G
all the way from new orleans
A# C Dm Am Dm
to jerusalem . ”
A7 Dm Am Dm
i traveled through east texas
A7 Dm Am Dm
where many martyrs fell
A7 C G
and i know no one can sing the blues
A# C Dm Am Dm
like blind willie mctell
Dm A7 Dm Am Dm
well , i heard the hoot owl singing
A7 Dm Am Dm
as they were taking down the tents
A7 C G
the stars above the barren trees
A# C Dm Am Dm
were his only audience
A7 Dm Am Dm
them charcoal gypsy maidens
A7 Dm Am Dm
can strut their feathers well
A7 C G
but nobody can sing the blues
A# C Dm Am Dm
like blind willie mctell
Dm A7 Dm Am Dm
see them big plantations burning
A7 Dm Am Dm
hear the cracking of the whips
A7 C G
smell that sweet magnolia blooming
A# C Dm
( and ) see the ghosts of slavery ships
A7 Dm Am Dm
i can hear them tribes A – moaning
A7 Dm
( i can ) hear the undertaker’s bell
A7 C G
( yeah ) , nobody can sing the blues
A# C Dm Am Dm
like blind willie mctell
Dm A7 Dm Am Dm
there’s a woman by the river
A7 Dm Am Dm
with some fine young handsome man
A7 C G
he’s dressed up like a squire
A# C Dm
bootlegged whiskey in his hand
A7 Dm Am Dm
there’s a chain gang on the highway
A7 Dm Am Dm
i can hear them rebels yell
A7 C G
and i know no one can sing the blues
A# C Dm Am Dm
like blind willie mctell
Dm A7 Dm Am Dm
well , god is in heaven
A7 Dm Am Dm
and we all want what’s his
A7 C G
but power and greed and corruptible seed
A# C Dm
seem to be all that there is
A7 Dm Am Dm
i’m gazing out the window
A7 Dm Am Dm
of the st . james hotel
A7 C G
and i know no one can sing the blues
A# C Dm Am Dm
like blind willie mctell
coda | Dm A7 | Dm Am Dm | Dm A7 | Dm Am Dm |
| Dm A7 | C G | A# C | Dm Am Dm |
| Dm A7 | Dm Am Dm | Dm A7 | Dm Am Dm
| Dm A7 | C G | A# C | Dm | |
any comments or rates are greatly appreciated!
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