[00:00.000] 作曲 : B. Dylan[00:01.010][00:03.090][00:16.830][00:19.190][00:20.000]Seen the arrow on the doorpost[00:22.370]Saying, "This land is condemned"[00:32.270]All the way from New Orleans[00:38.500]To Jerusalem."[00:43.760]I traveled through East Texas[00:50.430]Where many martyrs fell[00:55.840]And I know no one can sing the blues[01:02.010]Like Blind Willie McTell[01:10.500]Well, I heard the hoot owl singing[01:17.460]As they were taking down the tents[01:24.460]The stars above the barren trees[01:26.560]Were his only audience[01:38.930]Them charcoal gypsy maidens[01:42.890]Can strut their feathers well[01:48.400]But nobody can sing the blues[01:51.160]Like Blind Willie McTell[02:04.380]See them big plantations burning[02:09.280]Hear the cracking of the whips[02:15.040]Smell that sweet magnolia blooming[02:20.460](And) see the ghosts of slavery ships[02:25.940]I can hear them tribes a-moaning[02:31.990](I can) hear the undertaker's bell[02:40.070](Yeah), nobody can sing the blues[02:44.430]Like Blind Willie McTell[02:51.500]There's a woman by the river[02:57.500]With some fine young handsome man[03:02.980]He's dressed up like a squire[03:08.990]Bootlegged whiskey in his hand[03:13.550]There's a chain gang on the highway[03:21.920]I can hear them rebels yell[03:28.560]And I know no one can sing the blues[03:32.660]Like Blind Willie McTell[04:05.290]Well, God is in his heaven[04:12.570]And we all want what's his[04:18.740]But power and greed and corruptible seed[04:24.000]Seem to be all that there is[04:30.320]I'm gazing out the window[04:36.340]Of the St. James Hotel[04:42.500]And I know no one can sing the blues[04:48.400]Like Blind Willie McTell[04:54.320][04:55.300][05:51.000]