Blue Wing (by Tom Russell) Dave Alvin Blue Wing D He had a blue wing tattooed on his shoulder Em7 Might’ve been a bluebird, I don’t know But he’d get stone drunk and talk about Alaska A D Salmon boats and forty-five below D Well he got that blue wing in jail in Walla Walla Em7 And his cellmate there was Little Willie John Willie he was once a great blues singer A D So Wing and Willie wrote him up a song G Said it’s dark in here I can’t see the sky D A But I look at this blue wing and I close my eye D G And I fly away beyond these walls D A D Up above the clouds where the rain don’t fall on a poor man’s dream Well they paroled Blue Wing in August 1963 And he moved on picking apples to the town of Winatchee Where the winter finally caught him in a rundown trailer park On the south side of Seattle where the days grow gray and dark He drank and he dreamt a vision of when the salmon still run free And his father’s fathers crossed that wide, old Bering Sea And the land belonged to everyone and there were old songs yet to sing Now it’s narrowed down to a cheap hotel and a tattooed prison wing Said it’s dark in here I can’t see the sky But I look at this blue wing and I close my eye And I fly away beyond these walls Up above the clouds where the rain don’t fall on a poor man’s dream Well he drank his way to L.A. and that’s where he died No one knew his Christian name, and there was no one there who cried But I dreamt there was a service, a preacher and an old pine box Halfway through the sermon, Blue Wing began to talk Said it’s dark in here I can’t see the sky But I look at this blue wing and I close my eye And I fly away beyond these walls Up above the clouds where the rain don’t fall on a poor man’s dream