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This version is quite true to the recording as per https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cgLWE-HLw1o The key is that of the recording. When playing live Tom Russell has been known to use a capo on the 5th fret and then play chords in G. [Intro] Am G C [Verse 1]
He had a Cblue 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
GSalmon boats and forty-five beClow [Verse 2] He said he Cgot that blue wing up in Walla Walla And his cellmate there was little Willy DmJohn
An' Willy he was once a great blues singer
And GWing and Willy wrote 'em up a Csong [Chorus] They said its dark in Chere, can't see the Fsky But I Clook at this blue wing and I close my Geyes And I fly aCway, beyond these Fwalls Up above the Cclouds, where the rain don't Gfall On a poor man’s Amdreams G
[Verse 3]
They paCroled Blue Wing in August, of nineteen sixty three He moved north pickin’ apples, to the Dmtown of Wenatchee
And then winter finally caught him, in a run down trailer park
On the Gsouth side of Seattle, where the Cdays grow grey and dark [Verse 4] And he Cdrank and he dreamt a vision, of when the salmon still ran free And his father’s fathers crossed, that Dmwild old Bering Sea
And the land belonged to everyone, and there were old songs yet to sing
Now it’s Gnarrowed down to a cheap hotel, and a Ctattooed prison wing [Chorus] Hey its dark in Chere, can't see the Fsky But I Clook at this blue wing and I close my Geyes And I fly aCway, beyond these Fwalls Up above the Cclouds, where the rain don't Gfall On a poor man’s Amdreams G Am G
[Verse 5]
Well he Cdrank his way to L.A., and that’s where he died And no one knew his Christian name, and there was Dmno one there to cry
But I dreamt there was a funeral, a preacher and a cheap pine box
And Ghalfway through the sermon, Blue CWing began to talk [Chorus] He said its dark in Chere, can't see the Fsky But I Clook at this blue wing and I close my Geyes And I fly aCway, beyond these Fwalls Up above the Cclouds, where the rain don't Gfall On a poor man’s Amdreams, yay-Ghey
[Outro]
On a poor man’s Amdreams, yay-Ghey On a poor man's Cdreams