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Blue Wing

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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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