C          F               C
He had a blue wing tattooed on his shoulder
         C                 F     
Well it might have been a blue bird I don't
G
know
          C                   F    
But he'd get stone drunk and talk about
C
Alaska
      C              F  C        
The salmon boats and 45 below
            C                 F    
He said he got that blue wing up in Walla
C
Walla
          C                  F           G
And his cellmate there was Little Willy John
    C             F                 C
And Willy he was once a great blues singer
       C             F             C
And Wing and Willy wrote 'em up a song. They said...

                    
[Chorus]
                C                  F
It's dark in here; can't see the sky
        C                         
But I look at this blue wing and I close my
G
eyes
            C                 F    
And I fly away beyond these walls
C                                 
Up above the clouds where the rain don't
G
fall
                 C               
On a poor man's dream
      C                    F         C
They paroled Blue Wing in August, of 1963
   C                    F            G
He moved north picking apples to the town of

Wenatchee
     C                F             C
Then winter finally caught him in a run down

trailer park
         C            F                 C
On the south side of Seattle where the days

grow gray and dark
        C                        F 
And he drank and he dreamt of visions when
     C
the salmon still ran free
         C         F                   G
And his fathers' fathers crossed that wild

old Bering Sea
           C               F       
And the land belonged to everyone and there
     C
were old songs yet to sing
            C                 F    
Now it's narrowed down to a cheap hotel and
   C
a tattooed prison wing

             
[Chorus]
          C               F        C
Well he drank his way to la, and that's

where he died
     C               F             
And no one knew his Christian name and there
     G
was no one there to cry
        C                 F         C
But I dreamt there was a funeral, a preacher

and a cheap pine box
    C                      F            C
And half way through the service, Blue Wing began to talk. He said...
                                 

[Outro]
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Hey hey, On a poor man's dream
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Hey hey, On a poor man's dream