Bob Dylan - Blind willie mctell, аккорды песни для гитары

From: Harlan L Thompson 
 
 BLIND WILLIE McTELL- Bob Dylan
 
       
Dm
        
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Dm
 Seen the arrow on the doorpost
  
Dm
           
A
       
Dm
 Saying this land is condemned
           
A
       
C
    
G
     
Bb
     
C
  
Dm
 All the way from New Orleans to Jeruselem
    
Dm
       
A
      
Dm
 I travelled to East Texas
  
Dm
          
A
     
Dm
 Where many martyrs fell
           
A
       
C
            
G
 And I know no one can sing the blues
 
Bb
           
C
       
Dm
 Like Blind Willie McTell
 
 Well I heard that hooter 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
 See the ghosts of slavery ships
 I can hear them tribes a moaning
 Hear that undertaker's bell
 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
 There's a chain gang on a highway
 I can hear them rebels yell
 But I know no one can sing the blues like Blind Willie McTell
 
 Well God is up in Heaven
 And we are what was his
 But power,greed and corruptable 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
 
 
 (originally done around 1983, released as part of The Bootleg
 Series, 1-3)
 (sent by Harlan at [email protected])

From: Harlan L Thompson 
 
 BLIND WILLIE McTELL- Bob Dylan
 
       
Dm
        
A
      
Dm
 Seen the arrow on the doorpost
  
Dm
           
A
       
Dm
 Saying this land is condemned
           
A
       
C
    
G
     
Bb
     
C
  
Dm
 All the way from New Orleans to Jeruselem
    
Dm
       
A
      
Dm
 I travelled to East Texas
  
Dm
          
A
     
Dm
 Where many martyrs fell
           
A
       
C
            
G
 And I know no one can sing the blues
 
Bb
           
C
       
Dm
 Like Blind Willie McTell
 
 Well I heard that hooter 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
 See the ghosts of slavery ships
 I can hear them tribes a moaning
 Hear that undertaker's bell
 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
 There's a chain gang on a highway
 I can hear them rebels yell
 But I know no one can sing the blues like Blind Willie McTell
 
 Well God is up in Heaven
 And we are what was his
 But power,greed and corruptable 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
 
 
 (originally done around 1983, released as part of The Bootleg
 Series, 1-3)
 (sent by Harlan at [email protected])