BLUE WING Tom Russell He had a dream Well, they paroled Blue Wing in August of 1963 And he moved North, picking apples, to the town of Wenatchee Where the winter finally caught him in a rundown trailer park On the south side of Seattle, where the days grow grey and dark And he drank and he dreamt a vision, back when the salmon still ran free And his father's father crossed that wild old Bering Sea When the land belonged to everyone, and there were old songs yet to sing Now it's narrowed dow (azchords.com)