This is an updated & revised post originally published a year ago.
The “Infidels” Birthday inspired me to set up a list of Dylan’s best songs recorded in 1983.
I’ve chosen to include 2 versions of “Blind Willie McTell”. This is by far the best song Dylan recorded in 1983… and the both versions are fantastic.
| 1 | Blind Willie McTell – electric version | not released* |
| 2 | Blind Willie McTell – acoustic version | The Bootleg Series 3 |
| 3 | Jokerman | Infidels |
| 4 | Foot of Pride | The Bootleg Series 3 |
| 5 | Someone’s Got A Hold Of My Heart – alt.version | not released* |
| 6 | License To Kill | Infidels |
| 7 | I & I | Infidels |
| 8 | Lord Protect My Child | The Bootleg Series 3 |
| 9 | Sweetheart Like You | Infidels |
| 10 | Tell Me | The Bootleg Series 3 |
* My source is the “Rough Cuts” bootleg:
Check out bobsboots.com
Now for the goodies..
1. Blind Willie McTell – electric version:
I didn’t think I recorded it right. But I don’t know why that stuff gets out on me. I mean,
it never seems to get out on other people.
~Bob Dylan (to Kurt Loder, March 1984)
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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 McTellWell, 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 McTellSee 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 McTellThere’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 McTellWell, 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
