Tom Russell Band - Blue wing

^CHe had a Blue Wing tattooed on his shoulder. Well it might have been a blue bird I don't ^Dmknow. But he'd get stone drunk and talk about Alaska. S^Galmon boats and forty- five b^Celow ^CHe said he got that Blue Wing up in Walla Walla. Where his cellmate there was a little Willy ^DmJohn ^DmWilly he was once a great blues singer. And Wing and Willy ^Gwrote him up a s^Cong:

^CHe said its dark in here…can't see the ^Fsky. But I ^Clook at this Blue Wing and I close ^Gmy eyes Then I fly awa^Cy, beyond these ^Fwalls… Up above the ^Cclouds, where the rain don’t ^Gfall On a poor man^Am’s dreams… (^Gyaa, On a poor ^Amman’s dreams, ^Gyaa)

^CWell they paroled Blue Wing in August, 1963 And he moved on pickin’ apples to the ^Dmtown of Wenatchee. ^DmWinter finally caught him in a run down trailer park, ^DmOn the sou^Gth side of Seattle where the d^Cays grow gray and dark And he ^Cdrank and he dreamt a vision of when the salmon still swam free ^CAnd his father’s father’s crossed that ^Dmwide old Bering Sea. ^DmAnd the land belonged to everyone, and there were old songs left to sing. ^DmNow it’s n^Garrowed down to a cheap hotel and a ^Ctattooed prison wing.

^CHe said its dark in here…can't see the ^Fsky. But I ^Clook at this Blue Wing and I close ^Gmy eyes Then I fly awa^Cy, beyond these ^Fwalls… Up above the ^Cclouds, where the rain don’t ^Gfall On a poor man^Am’s dreams… (^Gyaa, On a poor ^Amman’s dreams, ^Gyaa)

^CWell he drank his way to L.A. and that’s where he died. But no one knew his Christian name And there was ^Dmno one there to cry. But I dreamt there was a service. A^Dm preacher and an old pine box. And h^Galfway through the sermon you know Blue ^CWing began to talk

^CHe said its dark in here…can't see the ^Fsky. But I ^Clook at this Blue Wing and I close ^Gmy eyes Then I fly awa^Cy, beyond these ^Fwalls… Up above the ^Cclouds, where the rain don’t ^Gfall On a poor man^Am’s dreams… (^Gyaa, On a poor ^Amman’s dreams, ^Gyaa)