Blind Willie Mctell by Bob Dylan Artist: Dylan Title: Blind Willie McTell Tuning: Half Step Down Tabbed by: Guitarman57 Notes: If you don't feel like tuning your guitar a half step down, there is another version below in which you can put a capo on the 1st fret and play it in Dm. Em B7 Em : . . . : . . . : . . . : . . . |---0-------0-----|---0-------------|---------3-------|-----------------|---| |-------0-------0-|-----------------|--faster picking-|-----------------|---| |-----0-------0---|-------0---------|-----------------|-----------------|---| |-2-------2-------|-2--/4---4-2-0---|-2---2-----------|-2---------------|-2-| |-----------------|---------------2-|---------------2-|--------h2-------|---| |-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|---| Em D Em D Em B7 Em *) : . . . Seen the arrow on the doorpost *) |-0---0-----------| Em B7 Em *) |---0---3-5---3---| Saying, "This land is condemned |----0------------| Em B7 D A |-2-----4-5---4---| All the way from New Orleans |-----------------| C D Em |-----------------| To Jerusalem." Em B7 Em *) I traveled through East Texas Em B7 Em *) Where many martyrs fell Em B/ D A And I know no one can sing the blues C D Em : . . . Like Blind Willie McTell **) **) |----0-----0------| |*-----0-3-------*| |-----0-------0---| |--2---------2----| |*------------h2-*| |-----------------| Well, I heard the hoot owl singing As they were taking down the tents The stars above the barren trees Were 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 burning Hear the cracking of the whips Smell that sweet magnolia blooming (And) see the ghosts of slavery ships I can hear them tribes a-moaning (I can) hear the undertaker's bell (Yeah), 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 Bootlegged 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 Well, God is in 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 the St. James Hotel And I know no one can sing the blues Like Blind Willie McTell ***Capo I*** Dm A Dm C Seen the arrow on the doorpost Dm A Dm C Saying, "This land is condemned Dm A C G All the way from New Orleans Bb C Dm To Jerusalem." Dm A Dm C I traveled through East Texas Dm A Dm C Where many martyrs fell Dm A C G And I know no one can sing the blues Bb C Dm Like Blind Willie McTell Well, I heard the hoot owl singing As they were taking down the tents The stars above the barren trees Were 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 burning Hear the cracking of the whips Smell that sweet magnolia blooming (And) see the ghosts of slavery ships I can hear them tribes a-moaning (I can) hear the undertaker's bell (Yeah), 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 Bootlegged 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 Well, God is in 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 the St. James Hotel And I know no one can sing the blues Like Blind Willie McTell www.TAB6.com