He had a blue wing tattooed on his shoulder
D Em
might have been a bluebird, I don’t know
but he got stone drunk and he talked about Alaska
A D
salmon boats and 45 below
well he got that blue wing at Walla Walla
and his cellmate was a Little Willy John
Willie, he was once a great blues singer
so Wing & Willie wrote him up a song
REFRAIN/CHORUS:
(no chord) D G
sang, it’s dark in here, can’t see the light
D A
but I look at this blue wing when I close my eyes
D G
and I fly away, beyond these walls
D A
up above the clouds, where the rain don’t fall
D G A D
on a poor man’s dreams
well they broke blue wing in August in 1963
and blue wing moved on, picking apples in the town of Wenatchee
winter finally caught him in a rundown trailer park
on the south side of Seattle where the days grow long and dark
and he drank and he dreamt a vision
of when the seven still ran free
and his father’s fathers crossed that wide old Bering sea
the land belonged to everyone, there were old songs yet to sing
now, it’s broken down to a cheap hotel and a tattooed prison wing
now, it’s dark in here…
(repeat REFRAIN/CHORUS)
well he drank his way to heaven and that’s where he died
and no one knew his Christian name, and there was no one
there who cried
but I dreamt that there was a service,
a preacher in an old pine box
and halfway through the service, the wing began to talk
he said, it’s dark in here…
(repeat REFRAIN/CHORUS)
