Blind Willie McTell (Infidels outtakes 4-83 to 5-83
Bob Dylan Lyrics


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Seen the arrow on the doorpost
Saying, "This land is condemned
All the way from New Orleans
To Jerusalem."
I traveled through East Texas
Where many martyrs fell
And I know no one can sing the blues
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

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Bob Dylan's "Blind Willie McTell" are a reflection on the history of America, from the slavery era to the modern times. The song starts with a reference to the widespread corruption and destruction that has taken over the country, marked by an arrow on the doorpost saying that "This land is condemned". Dylan then reflects on his travels through East Texas, where he saw the struggle of the many martyrs who fell, and he realizes that no one can sing the blues like Blind Willie McTell.


The second stanza sees the singer hearing the hoot owl singing as the tents are taken down, the stars above the barren trees serving as the only audience. He observes the charcoal gypsy maidens strutting their feathers as nobody can sing the blues like Blind Willie McTell. The third stanza of the song takes us into the era of slavery, with the big plantations burning, the cracking of the whips, and the sweet magnolia blooming, as the ghosts of the slavery ships roam the land. He can hear the moaning of the slaves and the undertaker's bell, and once again, he acknowledges that nobody can sing the blues like Blind Willie McTell.


In the final stanza, Dylan reflects on the present, with a woman by the river and a handsome man with bootlegged whiskey in his hand. He observes the chain gang on the highway, and he can hear the rebels yell. He concludes that while God is in heaven and we all want what's his, power, greed, and corruptible seed seem to be all that there is. The song ends with Dylan gazing out the window of the St. James Hotel and acknowledging that he knows no one can sing the blues like Blind Willie McTell.


Line by Line Meaning

Seen the arrow on the doorpost Saying, 'This land is condemned All the way from New Orleans To Jerusalem.'
I have come across a warning sign that highlights how the entire land is cursed and abandoned, stretching from New Orleans all the way to Jerusalem.


I traveled through East Texas Where many martyrs fell And I know no one can sing the blues Like Blind Willie McTell
During my travels by East Texas, I came across the sites where a lot of martyrs have died, and I am certain that there is no one who can sing blues as well as 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
As the tents were being taken down, I heard the melancholic sound of the hoot owl's singing under the sky full of stars. Though the charcoal gypsy ladies have impressive skills, there's no one who can perform blues music as skillfully as 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
I witnessed the massive plantations getting burnt down while I could hear the whips cracking down on the slaves. I could catch the scent of the sweet magnolia blooming, and the figures of slavery ships' ghosts lying around. I could hear the tribes mourning their fall and the sound of an undertaker's bell. Truly, no one possesses the skill to render 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
I see a lady by the river with a fine young man carrying illegal whiskey, posing as a squire. I can also hear the guffaws of rebellious scoffers on the highway who are bound by chains. Indeed, no one is capable of rendering blues as Blind Willie McTell does.


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
Though everyone wishes to claim God's authority, only a few are capable of it as the majority are corruptively obsessed with overpowering and exploiting others. I am staring out of the window at the St. James Hotel, and I am convinced that nobody can be as exceptional at performing blues as Blind Willie McTell is.




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@barokfin

Only Bob can sing a song fifty different ways and still knock it out of the park every time.

@greysenG10

Ikr, a part of me thinks this isn't even good. But Bob just makes it great, it's odd.

@greysenG10

Like it seems kind of spoofy compared to the amazing original. I think if anyone else made this version I wouldn't like it, but Bob is different.

@blaizerhodes

This is actually a problem for me... cause I've been listening to Dylan for 32 years now (not looking for a prize.. I'm sure many can beat me) but I have to go and listen to the 50 different versions to try and find the one version that I've decided is the best.

@joshuamunro9194

By far the best version of the song so far. Truly beautiful

@academieparlerbruxellois517

I truly believe that if Mr Dylan decided to make a record with only one song and different versions of it, it would still be a master piece !

@bollykecks

Yeah, he is the master of the alternate version.

@michelepilon5817

In the middle of the night, Bob Dylan’s voice. Sweet light, great song.

@randylinkert2615

Hello

@user-is4jf8yr4z

The voice, the phrasing -simply stunning.

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