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Blue Wing Tom Russell
[C]He had a Blue Wing tattooed on his shoulder. Well it might have been a
blue bird I don't [Dm]know.
[G]But he'd get stone drunk and talk about Alaska. Salmon boats and forty-
[C]He said he got that Blue Wing up in Walla Walla. Where his cellmate there
was a little W[Dm]illy John
[Dm]Willy he was once a great blues singer. And W[G]ing and Willy wrote him up a
[C]He said its dark in here can't see the [F]sky. But I [C]look at this Blue Wing
and I cl[G]ose my eyes
[C]Then I fly away, beyond these[F] walls Up above the [C]clouds, where the rain
On a poor man[Am]s dreams (y[G]aa, On a poor m[Am]ans dreams, y[G]aa)
[C]Well they paroled Blue Wing in August, 1963
[C]And he moved on pickin apples to the town of W[Dm]enatchee.
[Dm]Winter finally caught him in a run down trailer park,
[Dm]On the sou[G]th side of Seattle where the d[C]ays grow gray and dark
[C]And he drank and he dreamt a vision of when the salmon still swam free
[C]And his fathers fathers crossed that w[Dm]ide old Bering Sea.
[Dm]And the land belonged to everyone, and there were old songs left to sing.
[Dm]Now its nar[G]rowed down to a cheap hotel and a tatt[C]ooed prison wing.
[C]Well he drank his way to L.A. and thats where he died. But no one knew his Christian name
[C]And there was no one there to [Dm]cry. But I dreamt there was a service.
A[Dm] preacher and an old pine box.
[Dm]And hal[G]fway through the sermon you know Blue[C] Wing began to talk