Marjorie Merriweather Post Pavilion
Columbia, Maryland
23 July 2013
- Bob Dylan (vocal, guitar, grand piano & keyboard)
- Stu Kimball (guitar)
- Colin Linden (guitar)
- Donnie Herron (violin, mandolin, steel guitar)
- Tony Garnier (bass)
- George Receli (drums & percussion)
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Capital Centre
Largo, Maryland
15 January 1974
- Bob Dylan (vocal, guitar, harmonica)
- Robbie Robertson (guitar)
- Garth Hudson (organ & piano)
- Richard Manual (keyboards)
- Rick Danko (bass)
- Levon Helm (drums)
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I lit up from Reno
I was trailed by twenty hounds
Didn’t get to sleep that night
Till the morning came around
I’m not 100% sure this is the Baltimore-1999 show, it could be Amherst, Massachusetts – 18 November 1999.
Baltimore Arena
Baltimore, Maryland
8 November 1999
- Bob Dylan (vocal & guitar)
- Phil Lesh (bass)
- Charlie Sexton (guitar)
- Larry Campbell (guitar, mandolin, pedal steel guitar & electric slide guitar)
- Tony Garnier (bass)
- David Kemper (drums & percussion)
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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
Columbia, Maryland
Merriweather Post Pavilion
July 23, 2013
Musicians:
- Bob Dylan – center stage with harp
- Tony Garnier – standup bass
- George Recile – drums
- Stu Kimball – rhythm guitar
- Colin Linden – lead guitar
- Donnie Herron – banjo
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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