Blue Wing

	  		


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Intro: G 

He had a blue wing tattooed on his shoulder 
                                              Am 
Well, it might have been a blue bird, I don't know 
But he'd get stone drunk and talk about Alaska 
                     D    G 
The salmon boats and 45 below 


G 
He said he got that blue wing out in Walla Walla 
                                        Am 
And his cellmate there was Little Willy John 
And Willy, he was once a great blues singer 
                   D              G 
And Wing and Willy wrote him up a song 

G                                            C 
They said it's dark in here, I can't see the sky 
      G                                     D 
But I look at this blue wing and I close my eyes 
           G                C 
And I fly away beyond these walls 
             G                           D 
Up above the clouds where the rain don't fall 
                Em     C  D 
On a poor man's dream  



G 
They paroled Blue Wing in August of 1963 
                                      Am 
He moved north picking apples, to the town of Wenatchee 
And then the winter finally caught him in a run down trailer park 
                                        G 
On the south side of Seattle, where the days grow grey and dark 


G 
Well he drank and he dreamt of visions, when the salmon still ran free 
                                               Am 
And his fathers' fathers crossed that wide and wild old Bering Sea 
And the land belonged to everyone and there were old songs yet to sing 
                                              G 
Now it's narrowed down to a cheap hotel and a tattooed prison wing 


G                                       C 
Hey, it's dark in here, I can't see the sky 
      G                                     D 
But I look at this blue wing and I close my eyes 
           G                C 
And I fly away beyond these walls 
             G                           D 
Up above the clouds where the rain don't fall 
                Em     C  D 
On a poor man's dream  



INTERLUDE: 

G 
Well, he drank his way to LA, and that's where he died 
                                                 Am 
And nobody knew his Christian name and there was no one there to cry 
But I dreamt there was a funeral, a preacher and a cheap pine box 
                                           G 
And halfway through the service, that blue wing began to talk 


 
G                                           C 
He said, it's dark in here, I can't see the sky 
      G                                     D 
But I look at this blue wing and I close my eyes 
           G                C 
And I fly away beyond these walls 
             G                           D 
Up above the clouds where the rain don't fall 
                Em     C  D 
On a poor man's dream  
                Em     C  D 
On a poor man's dream  
                Em     C  D  G 
On a poor man's dream