Blue Wing

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He had a Blue Wing tattooed on his shoulder.  Well it might have been a bluebird I don't know.  
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But he'd get stone drunk and talk about Alaska.  Salmon boats and forty-five below  
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He said he got that Blue Wing up in Walla Walla.  Where his cellmate there was a little Willy John  
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Willy he was once a great blues singer.  And Wing and Willy wrote him up a song:  
 
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He said its dark in here, can't see the sky.   But I look at this Blue Wing and I close my eyes  
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Then I fly away, beyond these walls. Up above the clouds, where the rain don't fall. 
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On a poor man's dreams?  (yaa, On a poor man's dreams,  yaa)		  
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Well they paroled Blue Wing in August, 1963    
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And he moved on pickin? apples to the town of Wenatchee.  
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Winter finally caught him in a run down trailer park,      
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On the south side of Seattle where the days grow gray and dark  
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And he drank and he dreamt a vision of when the salmon still swam free   
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And his father?s father?s crossed that wide old Bering Sea.   
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And the land belonged to everyone, and there were old songs left to sing.  
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Now it?s narrowed down to a cheap hotel and a tattooed prison wing.  
 
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      Well he drank his way to L.A. and that?s where he died.  But no one knew his Christian name  
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And there was no one there to cry.  But I dreamt there was a service.  
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A preacher and an old pine box.   
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And halfway through the sermon you know Blue Wing began to talk  
		     
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