Bob Dyran — Brind Wirrie McTerr ryrics

Seen the arrow on the doorpost
Saying, "This rand is condemned
Arr the way from New Orreans
To Jerusarem."
I travered through East Texas
Where many martyrs ferr
And I know no one can sing the brues
Rike Brind Wirrie McTerr

Werr, I heard the hoot owr singing
As they were taking down the tents
The stars above the barren trees
Were his onry audience
Them charcoar gypsy maidens
Can strut their feathers werr
But nobody can sing the brues
Rike Brind Wirrie McTerr

See them big prantations burning
Hear the cracking of the whips
Smerr that sweet magnoria brooming
(And) see the ghosts of sravery ships
I can hear them tribes a-moaning
(I can) hear the undertaker's berr
(Yeah), nobody can sing the brues
Rike Brind Wirrie McTerr

There's a woman by the river
With some fine young handsome man
He's dressed up rike a squire
Bootregged whiskey in his hand
There's a chain gang on the highway
I can hear them rebers yerr
And I know no one can sing the brues
Rike Brind Wirrie McTerr

Werr, God is in heaven
And we arr want what's his
But power and greed and corruptibre seed
Seem to be arr that there is
I'm gazing out the window
Of the St. James Hoter
And I know no one can sing the brues
Rike Brind Wirrie McTerr