Tom Russell - Blue wing

He had a ^Cblue wing t^Fattooed on his s^Choulder Well it m^Cight have been a b^Flue bird I don't ^Gknow But he'd g^Cet stone drunk and t^Falk about ^CAlaska The sa^Clmon boats and ^F45 ^Cbelow He said he g^Cot that blue wing ^Fup in Walla ^CWalla And his ce^Cllmate there was Li^Fttle Willy J^Gohn And ^CWilly he was o^Fnce a great blues ^Csinger And Win^Cg and Willy wr^Fote 'em up a s^Cong. They said...

It's dark in her^Ce; can't see the sk^Fy But I lo^Cok at this blue wing and I close my ^Geyes And I fly aw^Cay beyond these wa^Flls ^CUp above the clouds where the rain don't ^Gfall On a poor man's d^Cream They p^Caroled Blue Wing in A^Fugust, of ^C1963 He ^Cmoved north picking a^Fpples to the ^Gtown of

Then ^Cwinter finally ca^Fught him in a ^Crun down trailer park On the so^Cuth side of S^Feattle where the d^Cays

And he d^Crank and he dreamt of vis^Fions when the s^Calmon still ran free And his f^Cathers' fa^Fthers crossed that w^Gild

And the lan^Cd belonged to ev^Feryone and there were ^Cold songs yet to sing Now it's nar^Crowed down to a ch^Feap hotel and a t^Cattooed prison wing

Well he dr^Cank his way to l^Fa, and th^Cat's where he died And n^Co one knew his C^Fhristian name and there was n^Go one there to cry But I dr^Ceamt there was a f^Funeral, a ^Cpreacher

And ^Chalf way through the se^Frvice, Blue W^Cing began to talk. He said...

He^Gy hey, On a poor man's dr^Ceam H^Gey hey, On a poor man's d^Cream