Artisto: | Tom Russell (English) |
Uzanto: | mark clarke |
Daŭro: | 130 sekundoj |
Komenca paŭzo: | 12 sekundoj |
Tononoma sistemo: | Ne definita |
Sakra: | |
Komentoj pri tabulaturo: | - |
Standard guitar tuning: EADGBE
No capo
CHe had a Blue Wing tattooed on his shoulder. Well it might have been a
blue bird I don't Dmknow.
GBut he'd get stone drunk and talk about Alaska. Salmon boats and forty-
five bCelow
CHe said he got that Blue Wing up in Walla Walla. Where his cellmate there
was a little WDmilly John
DmWilly he was once a great blues singer. And WGing and Willy wrote him up a
sCong:
Chorus
CHe said its dark in here F C
can't see the sky. But I look at this Blue Wing
and I clGose my eyes
CThen I fly away, beyond theseF walls C
Up above the clouds, where the rain
don’tG fall
On a poor manAm’s dreams G Am G
CWell they paroled Blue Wing in August, 1963
CAnd he moved on pickin’ apples to the town of WDmenatchee.
DmWinter finally caught him in a run down trailer park,
DmOn the souGth side of Seattle where the dCays grow gray and dark
CAnd he drank and he dreamt a vision of when the salmon still swam free
CAnd his father’s father’s crossed that wDmide old Bering Sea.
DmAnd the land belonged to everyone, and there were old songs left to sing.
DmNow it’s narGrowed down to a cheap hotel and a tattCooed prison wing.
Chorus
CWell he drank his way to L.A. and that’s where he died. But no one knew his Christian name
CAnd there was no one there to Dmcry. But I dreamt there was a service.
ADm preacher and an old pine box.
DmAnd halGfway through the sermon you know BlueC Wing began to talk