Chords
Blue Wing

Key: C

Introduction:

difficulty
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             C                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Dm  
He had a Blue Wing tattooed on his shoulder.    Well it might have been a bluebird I don't know.
Dm                         G            C  
But he'd get stone drunk and talk about Alaska.    Salmon boats and forty-five below
C                                                                            Dm  
He said he got that Blue Wing up in Walla Walla.    Where his cellmate there was a little Willy John
  C                                                                                                                                                                 F                                      C                                                                                                                         G  
He said its dark in here, can't see the sky.      But I look at this Blue Wing and I close my eyes
                                                C                                         F                                                 C                      G  
Then I fly away, beyond these walls. Up above the clouds, where the rain don't fall.
     Am                 G      Am                 G  
On a poor man's dreams?    (yaa, On a poor man's dreams,    yaa)
  C  
Well they paroled Blue Wing in August, 1963
C                                                                                                                                                                                         Dm  
And he moved on pickin? apples to the town of Wenatchee.
Dm  
Winter finally caught him in a run down trailer park,
Dm                    G                                                                                                                            C  
On the south side of Seattle where the days grow gray and dark
C  
And he drank and he dreamt a vision of when the salmon still swam free
C                                                                                                                                                            Dm  
And his father?s father?s crossed that wide old Bering Sea.
Dm  
And the land belonged to everyone, and there were old songs left to sing.
Dm                         G                                                                                                                                                    C  
Now it?s narrowed down to a cheap hotel and a tattooed prison wing.
  C  
                Well he drank his way to L.A. and that?s where he died.    But no one knew his Christian name
C         Dm  
And there was no one there to cry.    But I dreamt there was a service.
  Dm  
A preacher and an old pine box.
Dm                    G                                                                                                                                                              C  
And halfway through the sermon you know Blue Wing began to talk
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