Blue Wing

C#m B E E He had a blue wing tattooed on his shoulder F#m Well it might have been a blue bird, I don't know But he'd get stone drunk and talk about Alaska B E The salmon boats and forty-five below E He said he got his blue wing up in Walla Walla F#m And his cellmate there was little Willy John Now Willy he was once a great blues singer B E An' Blue Wing and Willy wrote 'em up a song E A They said its dark in here, can't see the sky E B But I look at my blue wing and I close my eyes E A And I fly away, beyond these walls E B Up above the clouds, where the rain don't fall C#m B On a poor man’s dreams E They paroled Blue Wing in August, of nineteen sixty three F#m And he moved north pickin’ apples, to the town of Wenatchee And then winter finally caught him, he's in a run down trailer park B E On the south side of Seattle, where the days grow grey and dark E And he drank and he dreamt a vision, of when the salmon still ran free F#m And his father’s fathers crossed, that wild old Bering Sea And the land belonged to everyone, and there was old songs yet to sing B E Now it’s narrowed down to a cheap hotel, and a tattooed prison wing E A He said it's dark in here, can't see the sky E B But I look at my blue wing and I close my eyes E A And I fly away, beyond these walls E B Up above the clouds, where the rain don't fall C#m B On a poor man’s dreams C#m B E Well he drank his way to L.A, and that’s where he died F#m There was no one that knew his Christian name, and there was no one there to cry But I dreamed there was a funeral, a preacher and a cheap pine box B E And halfway through the sermon, Ol' Blue Wing began to talk E A He said its dark in here, can't see the sky E B But I look at my blue wing and I close my eyes E A And I fly away, beyond these walls E B Up above the clouds, where the rain don't fall C#m B On a poor man’s dreams, C#m B On a poor man’s dreams, E A E On a poor man's dreams