Tracy Grammer - Blue Wing lyrics

He had a blue wing tattooed on his shoulder Well it might have been a blue bird I don't know But he gets stone drunk and talks about Alaska The salmon boats and 45 below He said he got that blue wing out in Walla Walla And his cellmate there was Little Willy John Oh and Willy he was once a great blues singer Yeah and winging Willy wrote him up a song. He said it's dark in here; I can't see the sky But I look at this blue wing and I close my eyes And I fly away beyond these walls Up above the clouds where the rain don't fall On a poor man's dreams. They paroled Blue Wing in August of 1963 And he moved North picking apples to the town of Wenatchee Then winter finally caught him in a run-down trailer park On the south side of Seattle where the days grow gray and dark Well he drank and he dreamt of visions where the salmon still ran free And his fathers, fathers crossed that wide and wild 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 It's dark in here; I can't see the sky But I look at this blue wing and I close my eyes And I fly away beyond these walls Up above the clouds where the rain don't fall On a poor man's dreams. Well he drank his way to LA, and that's where he died And nobody knew his Christian name and there was no one there to cry But I dreamt there was a funeral, a preacher and a cheap pine box And half way through the service, that 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 eyes And I fly away beyond these walls Up above the clouds where the rain don't fall On a poor man's dreams. On a poor man's dreams. On a poor man's dreams.