Oops, an error
Loading. Please wait.

Blind Willie Mctell ukulele

version 1
version 1

Whole song

Interactive

491 views 1 this week
1 commentread comment
1 2 3 4 5
3 more votes to show rating
add to favorites
×
Save as Personal and add changes to this tab that will be seen only by you. Learn more ›
×
You can save this tab as Personal to edit and correct it or add notes. All changes will be seen only by you. Learn more »
launch autoscroll
font size
0
reset
transpose
0
reset
display chords
guitar tuner
edit
Autoscroll
slow
fast
+/-
esc
set tempo
stop
Strumming
There is no strumming pattern for this song yet. and get +5 IQ
#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------#
#This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the #
#song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. #
#------------------------------------------------------------------------------##
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 harlant@hawaii.edu)



            
            
Suggest correction
Creating personal tab
Creating personal tab
You can edit any tab online and save it as your Personal.

You can edit, replace or remove any tab part or add personal notes – all changes will be seen only by you.

Personal tabs can be accessed anytime from any device, even offline.
Learn more »
Give kudos to tab author, rate the tab!
1 2 3 4 5
comments
print report bad tab
1 comment total.
0 reply
llc7 10 Jul 13, 2014 10:37 PM

You have no idea how grateful I am for these chords! Bob Dylan was my first concert, and I fell in love with this song as soon as I heard it

guest
Wanna post a correction for this tab? Suggest correction