Blue Wing chords

[VERSE]
He had a [C]blue wing t[F]attooed on his s[C]houlder
Well it m[C]ight have been a b[F]lue bird I don't
[G]know
But he'd g[C]et stone drunk and t[F]alk about
[C]Alaska
The sa[C]lmon boats and [F]45 [C]below
He said he g[C]ot that blue wing [F]up in Walla
[C]Walla
And his ce[C]llmate there was Li[F]ttle Willy J[G]ohn
And [C]Willy he was o[F]nce a great blues [C]singer
And Win[C]g and Willy wr[F]ote 'em up a s[C]ong. They said...

[CHORUS]
It's dark in her[C]e; can't see the sk[F]y
But I lo[C]ok at this blue wing and I close my
[G]eyes
And I fly aw[C]ay beyond these wa[F]lls
[C]Up above the clouds where the rain don't
[G]fall
On a poor man's d[C]ream
They p[C]aroled Blue Wing in A[F]ugust, of [C]1963
He [C]moved north picking a[F]pples to the [G]town of

Wenatchee
Then [C]winter finally ca[F]ught him in a [C]run down

trailer park
On the so[C]uth side of S[F]eattle where the d[C]ays

grow gray and dark
And he d[C]rank and he dreamt of vis[F]ions when
the s[C]almon still ran free
And his f[C]athers' fa[F]thers crossed that w[G]ild

old Bering Sea
And the lan[C]d belonged to ev[F]eryone and there
were [C]old songs yet to sing
Now it's nar[C]rowed down to a ch[F]eap hotel and
a t[C]attooed prison wing

[CHORUS]
Well he dr[C]ank his way to l[F]a, and th[C]at's

where he died
And n[C]o one knew his C[F]hristian name and there
was n[G]o one there to cry
But I dr[C]eamt there was a f[F]uneral, a [C]preacher

and a cheap pine box
And [C]half way through the se[F]rvice, Blue W[C]ing began to talk. He said...


[OUTRO]
He[G]y hey, On a poor man's dr[C]eam
H[G]ey hey, On a poor man's d[C]ream