Blue Wing

D
He had a blue wing tattooed on his 
shoulder
D                                 
Well, it might have been a 
           Em
bluebird, I don't know
Em
but he'd get stone drunk and talk 
about Alaska
A                               D
and the salmon boats and 45 below

D
well he got that blue wing in jail 
at Walla Walla
D                                 
and his cellmate there was Little 
       Em
Willie John
Em
Willie, he was once a great blues 
singer
A                                  
so Wing & Willie wrote 'em up a 
D
song

[Chorus]
N.C.               D                
   G
said, it's dark in here, can't see 
the sky
      D                            
but I look at this blue wing and I 
         A
close my eyes
          D                  G
and I fly away, beyond these walls
             D                     
up above the clouds, where the rain
       A
 don't fall
                D    G A
on a poor man's dreams

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[Verse 2]
D
well they paroled blue wing in 
August of 1963
D                                 
and he moved north picking apples 
        Em
to the town of Wenatchee
Em
winter finally caught him in a 
rundown trailer park
A                                 
on the south side of Seattle where
     D
 the days grow grey and dark

D
and he drank and he dreamt a vision 
of when the salmon still ran free
D                              
and his father's fathers crossed 
        Em
that wide old Bering sea
Em
and the land belonged to everyone, 
and there were old songs yet to sing
A                                 
now, it's narrowed broken down to 
                    D
a cheap hotel and a tattooed prison 
wing

[Chorus]
N.C.               D                
   G
said, it's dark in here, can't see 
the sky
      D                            
but I look at this blue wing and I 
         A
close my eyes
          D                  G
and I fly away, beyond these walls
             D                     
up above the clouds, where the rain
       A
 don't fall
                D    G A
on a poor man's dreams

[Verse 3]
D
well he drank his way to A  and 
that's where he died
D                                 
and no one knew his Christian 
                Em
name, and there was no one there to 
cry
Em
but I dreamt that there was a 
service, a preacher and an old pine 
box
A                                
and halfway through the service, 
D
blue wing began to talk

[Chorus]
N.C.               D                
   G
he said, it's dark in here, can't 
see the sky
      D                            
but I look at this blue wing and I 
         A
close my eyes
          D                  G
and I fly away, beyond these walls
             D                     
up above the clouds, where the rain
       A
 don't fall
                D    G A
on a poor man's dreams