Seen the arrow on the doorpost Saying, "This land is condemned" Know I've traveled through East Texas Where many martyrs fell And I know no one can sing the blues Like Blind Willie McTell Know, I heard the hoot owl singing As they were taking down the tents The stars above the barren trees Were his only audience You know, these charcoal gypsy maidens They an strut their feathers well And I know no one can sing the blues Like Blind Willie McTell I see those big plantations burning I hear the cracking of the whips I smell that sweet magnolia blooming I see the ghosts of slavery ships There's a woman by the river With some fine young handsome man He's dressed up like a country squire With 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, I'm gazing out the window Of the St. James Hotel And I know no one can sing the blues Like Blind Willie McTell Know that 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