Blue Wing

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He had a Blue Wing tattooed on his 
shoulder.  Well it might have been a
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blue bird I don't know.
But he'd get stone drunk and talk 
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about Alaska.  Salmon boats and 
forty-
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five below
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He said he got that Blue Wing up in 
Walla Walla.  Where his cellmate 
there
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was a little Willy John
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Willy he was once a great blues 
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singer.  And Wing and Willy wrote 
him up a
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song:

[Chorus]
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He said its dark in here…can't see
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 the sky.   But I look at this Blue 
Wing
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and I close my eyes
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Then I fly away, beyond these 
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walls… Up above the clouds, where 
the rain
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don’t fall
             Am           G       
On a poor man’s dreams…  (yaa, On 
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a poor man’s dreams,  yaa)

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[Verse 2]
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Well they paroled Blue Wing in 
August, 1963
And he moved on pickin’ apples to 
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the town of Wenatchee.
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Winter finally caught him in a run 
down trailer park,
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On the south side of Seattle 
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where the days grow gray and dark
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And he drank and he dreamt a vision 
of when the salmon still swam free
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And his father’s father’s crossed 
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that wide old Bering Sea.
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And the land belonged to everyone, 
and there were old songs left to 
sing.
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Now it’s narrowed down to a cheap
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 hotel and a tattooed prison wing.

[Chorus]
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He said its dark in here…can't see
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 the sky.   But I look at this Blue 
Wing
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and I close my eyes
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Then I fly away, beyond these 
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walls… Up above the clouds, where 
the rain
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don’t fall
             Am           G       
On a poor man’s dreams…  (yaa, On 
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a poor man’s dreams,  yaa)

[Verse 3]
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Well he drank his way to L.A. and 
that’s where he died.  But no one 
knew his Christian name
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And there was no one there to cry.  
But I dreamt there was a service.
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A preacher and an old pine box.
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And halfway through the sermon you 
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know Blue Wing began to talk

[Chorus]
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He said its dark in here…can't see
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 the sky.   But I look at this Blue 
Wing
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and I close my eyes
              C               F   
Then I fly away, beyond these 
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walls… Up above the clouds, where 
the rain
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don’t fall
             Am           G       
On a poor man’s dreams…  (yaa, On 
       Am             G
a poor man’s dreams,  yaa)