Tracy Grammer - Blue wing

Well, it might have been a blue bird, I don't ^Amknow But he'd get stone drunk and talk about Alaska The salmon boats and ^D45 be^Glow

^GHe said he got that blue wing out in Walla Walla And his cellmate there was Little Willy ^AmJohn And Willy, he was once a great blues singer And Wing and Willy ^Dwrote him up a ^Gsong

^GThey said it's dark in here, I can't see the ^Csky But I ^Glook at this blue wing and I close my ^Deyes And I fly a^Gway beyond these ^Cwalls Up above the ^Gclouds where the rain don't ^Dfall On a poor man's ^Emdream ^{C D}

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

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

^GHey, it's dark in here, I can't see the ^Csky But I ^Glook at this blue wing and I close my ^Deyes And I fly a^Gway beyond these ^Cwalls Up above the ^Gclouds where the rain don't ^Dfall On a poor man's ^Emdream ^{C D}

^GWell, he drank his way to LA, and that's where he died And nobody knew his Christian name and there was ^Amno one there to cry But I dreamt there was a funeral, a preacher and a cheap pine box And halfway through the service, that blue ^Gwing began to talk

^GHe said, it's dark in here, I can't see the ^Csky But I ^Glook at this blue wing and I close my ^Deyes And I fly a^Gway beyond these ^Cwalls Up above the ^Gclouds where the rain don't ^Dfall On a poor man's ^Emdream ^{C D} On a poor man's ^Emdream ^{C D} On a poor man's ^Emdream ^{C D G}