Tom Russell - Blue Wing

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Band name Tom Russell
Song name Blue Wing
Tab type Guitar tab
Added 07/07/2008
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He had a blue wing tattooed on his shoulder
Well it might have been a blue bird I don't know
But he gets stone drunk and talked about Alaska
The salmon boats and 45 below

He said he got that blue wing up in Walla Walla
And his cellmate there was Little Willy John
And Willy he was once a great blues singer
And Wing and Willy wrote ‘em up a song.  They said: 

CHORUS:
It's dark in here; can't see the sky
But I look at this blue wing and I close my eyes
And I fly away beyond these walls
Up above the clouds where there ain't no fog
On a poor man's dreams.

They paroled Blue Wing in August of 1963
He moved North picking apples to the town of Wenatchee
Then winter finally caught him in a rundown trailer park
On the South side of Seattle where the days grow gray and dark

And he drank and he dreamt a vision of when the salmon still ran free
And his father’s fathers crossed that wild 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 tattooed prison wing

CHORUS:
It's dark in here; can't see the sky
But I look at this blue wing and I close my eyes
And I fly away beyond these walls
Up above the clouds where there ain't no fog
On a poor man's dreams.

Well he drank his way to LA; And that's where he died
And no one knew his Christian name and there was no one there to cry
But I dreamt there was a funeral; A preacher and a cheap pine box
And half way through the sermon, Blue wing began to talk. He said: 

CHORUS:
It's dark in here; can't see the sky
But I look at this blue wing and I close my eyes
And I fly away beyond these walls
Up above the clouds where there ain't no fog
On a poor man's dreams, hey hey,
On a poor man's dreams, hey hey,
On a poor man's dreams.


[Thanks to John Wu for corrections]

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