Blue Wing

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


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

Wenatchee
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Then winter finally caught him in 
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a run down

trailer park
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On the south side of Seattle where
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 the days

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

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


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

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

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


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