know one thing, nobody can sing Them blues like blind Willie McTell Hey, hey, I know one thing, nobody can sing Them blues like blind Willie McTell
no drivin' wheel, lord have mercy Feel like a broke down engine, mama Ain't got no drivin' wheel You all been down and lonley You know just how Willie McTell
You may search the ocean, you might go 'cross the deep blue sea But mama, you'll never find another hot shot like me I followed my baby from the station
I don't want to die the same You must lay some flowers on my grave Put a wreath of flowers at my right side Then you'll know that McTell's satisfied
Wake up mama, don't you sleep so hard Wake up mama, don't you sleep so hard For it's these old blues walkin' all over your yard I've got these blues [
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 got the dark night blues I'm feeling awful bad I got the dark night blues Mama, I'm feeling awful bad That's the worst ol' feeling That a good man have
(The Boxer) If I'd been born a street away, another star ascending I'd have been a fighter, a boxer in the ring And I salute the boxer if he lose or
And once I walked a million miles All the way to Yugoslavia And I carried you all of the way For where I was then there you are As the sun rose o'er
My Jenny Taylor, my Jenny Taylor Jenny oh oh la la Jenny Jenny Taylor My Jenny Taylor, my Jenny Taylor Jenny oh oh la la Jenny Jenny Taylor. Ne le fait
You say, too much water Has gone under the bridge by now. I say that bridges Are all that's left for us now. Each side of the river, the city is burning
There's four who share this room as we work hard for the craic And sleeping late on Sundays I never get to Mass It's a long way from Clare to here
Out in the garden, amongst the bushes, Michael is crying. Caught in a spider's web, its broken wings beating, a butterfly dying. Oh la, la, la, la,
I woke up this morning, I got booze on my breath And around my brain from the night before There's a cigarette burned out upon the table And a glass smashed
Pity the boy who marries for money or wealth and position Thinking his troubles will fade out of mind Pity the boy who marries for beauty Only to find
Dear River Thames, You keep moving along, Not knowing where you're going, Or where you've come from. Your head's in the valley, Your feet in the sea,
Me and my brother returned to the water I saw a pike that was two feet long. Two small magicians, each with a jam jar Cast spells on the water with hazel
Give me sweet forgiveness And I think that it might If not relieve all the pain that I feel At least help me to sleep tonight. Come down like an angel
