Blue Wing

nd Fret Intro: He had a blue wing tattooed on his shoulder Well, it might have been a blue bird, I don't know But he'd get stone drunk and talk about Alaska The salmon boats and 45 below He said he got that blue wing out in Walla Walla And his cellmate there was Little Willy John And Willy, he was once a great blues singer And Wing and Willy wrote him up a song They said it's dark in here, I can't see the sky But I look at this blue wing and I close my eyes And I fly away beyond these walls Up above the clouds where the rain don't fall On a poor man's dream They paroled Blue Wing in August of 1963 He moved north picking apples, to the town of Wenatchee And then the winter finally caught him in a run down trailer park On the south side of Seattle, where the days grow grey and dark Well he drank and he dreamt of visions, when the salmon still ran free And his fathers' fathers crossed that wide and wild old Bering Sea And the land belonged to everyone and there were old songs yet to sing Now it's narrowed down to a cheap hotel and a tattooed prison wing Hey, it's dark in here, I can't see the sky But I look at this blue wing and I close my eyes And I fly away beyond these walls Up above the clouds where the rain don't fall On a poor man's dream INTERLUDE: Well, he drank his way to LA, and that's where he died And nobody knew his Christian name and there was no one there to cry But I dreamt there was a funeral, a preacher and a cheap pine box And halfway through the service, that blue wing began to talk He said, it's dark in here, I can't see the sky But I look at this blue wing and I close my eyes And I fly away beyond these walls Up above the clouds where the rain don't fall On a poor man's dream On a poor man's dream On a poor man's dream