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] G C Hey hey, On a poor man's dream G C Hey hey, On a poor man's dream
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