Blind Willie McTell
Bob Dylan & Mark Knopfler Lyrics
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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
See the ghosts of slavery ships
I can hear them tribes a-moaning
Hear the 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
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
The lyrics to Bob Dylan's song "Blind Willie McTell" narrate an individual's journey across the lands of America and beyond, recounting the struggles and hardships faced by people of all walks of life throughout history. The arrow on the doorpost symbolizes the ubiquitous condemnation of land and the universality of human suffering. Dylan makes references to historical events and landmarks that are specific to certain regions, such as the slave ships in New Orleans, the plantations of the Deep South, and the chain gangs on the highways. These images paint a vivid picture of the oppression and injustice faced by America's marginalized communities.
Dylan's reverence for the blues and the notion of the troubled musician is a recurring theme throughout his career, and this song is no exception. Blind Willie McTell, a real-life blues performer, represents the idealized embodiment of the blues musician, who can channel the essence of the human condition and distill it into music. The songwriter acknowledges that no one can sing the blues like Blind Willie, implying that through his music, he has access to an emotional depth that few others can fathom.
The last verse of the song suggests a lament for the state of humanity as a whole. Despite the reference to God in heaven, the artist suggests that human nature, dominated by power, greed, and corruption, is the driving force behind much of the world's turmoil. The final lines of the song, spoken from the window of a hotel, leave the listener with a sense of resignation and melancholy.
Line by Line Meaning
Seen the arrow on the doorpost
Saying, "This land is condemned
All the way from New Orleans
To Jerusalem."
Bob Dylan has witnessed a sign that declares entire cities to be doomed, effectively suggesting that there is no rest from judgment or condemnation, neither in New Orleans nor Jerusalem.
I traveled through East Texas
Where many martyrs fell
And I know no one can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell
While traveling through East Texas, Bob Dylan started to understand the weight of suffering among the people that live there, and how nobody could replicate the kind of sorrow conveyed by 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
Bob Dylan recollects that he had a chance encounter with nature that night, which immediately evoked the image of Blind Willie McTell as the inspirer of natural sounds and beauty that only a few people can see or appreciate.
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 the undertaker's bell
Nobody can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell
Bob Dylan recognizes the many shades and forms of pain and injustice that pervade American soil, through a history of slavery, brutality, and death, but he is also convinced that nobody can voice them with the brilliance and authenticity of 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
Through some last vignettes, where imagery depicts the powers of desire and rebellion that characterize human nature, Bob Dylan brings the sense of hopelessness and melancholy that gathers around Blind Willie McTell's music, as if it were the only true instrument to capture the essence of the blues.
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
Bob Dylan concludes with a poignant assertion that no matter how much we strive to overcome our limits and reach the divine, we are often trapped by selfishness, corruption, and weakness, and that the only source of redemption and guidance might reside in the music of the blues, with its unmatched ability to expose our humanity and frailty.
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: BOB DYLAN
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Joe Loveys
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 that 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
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
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 His 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
Johan Sterk
This version is just as good as the acoustic one featuring Mark Knopfler on guitar, for the slide guitar on this version is played by Mick Taylor, credit where it's due. It's such a gem, I cannot stop listening. The lyrics, the atmosphere, it's a timeless gem.
Drew Hopkins
Mick Taylor, actually. This is an error and is not Mark.
larken558
Its better imo . I Love this version
NevadaBoss
And you know, no one can sing the blues, like our old Zimmy will...a vastly underrated masterpiece.
LeeAnn Hansen
This is one of Dylan's finest songs, IMO, and not well known. A wonderful recording.
Simon Robeyns
It's actually is most well-known song that didn't make it on an album.
MakThreeThree
Charlie Parr just did a version at the Turf Club in St. Paul, MN (Jan 13, 2020). Was absolutely fantastic.
Ron Carpenter
@Simon Robeyns I believe "Positively Fourth Street" appeared first on a greatest hits album.
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