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
利箭钉在了门柱上
我说这是片被罪责的土地
从耶路撒冷
直到新奥尔良
我穿越东德克萨斯
众多殉道者在那里倒亡
我知道再没有人唱布鲁斯
能像麦克泰尔一样
猫头鹰落在帐篷上
我听见它在哀唱
枯树上悬着星星
那是唯一的听众
黑皮肤的吉普赛女郎
会将它的羽毛捋顺
但没有人唱布鲁斯
能像麦克泰尔一样
我看到大庄园起了火光
我听到皮鞭噼啪作响
我闻到木兰花萌发的幽香
我看到运奴船上鬼影游荡
我听到大部族的啜泣
我听到送葬人把丧钟敲响
再没有人唱布鲁斯
像麦克泰尔一样
河岸边坐着一位姑娘
帅气的小伙子陪在身旁
他穿着好像乡下的绅士
手中握着私酿的威士忌
高速公路上那一排狂徒
我听见他们在叛逆的咆哮
我知道再没有人唱布鲁斯
能像麦克泰尔一样
上帝在天堂之上
我们都想要他的东西
但权力、贪欲和腐败的种子
才是我们这儿的一切
我坐在圣詹姆斯旅馆的房间
直直地向窗外望去
我知道再没有人唱布鲁斯
能像麦克泰尔一样
- 专辑：Blues
- 歌手：Bob Dylan
- 歌曲：Blind Willie McTell
