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About This Track
This is live version of Bob Dylan's Blind Willie McTell. The track was recorded in 1983 and released on The Bootleg Series Volumes 1--3 (Rare & Unreleased) 1961--1991. Performed by Rob Finlay live on BBC Three Counties radio on the Nick Coffer show on Friday 11th October 2013, during an outside broadcast at Stockwood Discovery Centre, Luton, Bedfordshire, UK. The show was produced by Nia Visser.

Video Concept
Live recording set against a still of Rob taken playing at home in 2013.

About Rob Finlay
Singer Songwriter & Filmmaker Rob Finlay offers a heady mix of dreamy elegant folk and classic rock with an edgy acoustic twist. Poetic song writing and soaring vocals create an epic and atmospheric backdrop for lyrical themes to which everyone can relate. All this wrapped up tight in a dynamic and melodic delivery.

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Lyrics

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

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