Blind Willie McTell blues blog

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

– Bob Dylan – 

Blind Willie McTell

The famous Blind Willie Mc Tell song  Mamma, Let Me Scoop for You. recorded in 1932. Blues blog Willie, the groovy, delta singer. (born William Samuel McTier May 5, 1898 – August 19, 1959).

Blind Sammie of Hot shot Willie is known for his fingerstyle blues. You can also call it Piedmont blues, a guitar style to play the blues. It is the eastcoast blues. Blind Willie played it, using his thumb to play the bass.

 

Blind Willie’s Nicknames

For those interested? Willy had a Whole lot of Nicknames: Barrelhouse Sammy (The Country Boy), Blind Doogie, Blind Sammie, Blind Willie, Georgia Bill, Red Hot Willie (Glaze), Hot Shot Willie, Pig ‘n’ Whistle Red.

Bob Dylan Tribute to Blind Willie Mc Tell

Bob Dylan Made a great song about blind Willy Mc Tell. I think it is a fantastic Tribute. You know what I mean, read the last lines.

Lyrics Blog Blind Willie mc tell

Seen the arrow on the doorpost

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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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