paroles de chanson Blue Wing - Dave Hamilton

He had a blue wing tattooed on his shoulder
It might have been a blue bird I don't know
But he'd get stone drunk and talk about Alaska
The salmon boats and 45 below

He said he got that blue wing up in Walla Walla
And his cellmate there was Little Willy John
And Willy he was once a great blues singer
And Wing and Willy wrote 'em up a song, they said

It's dark in here, can't see the sky
But I look at this blue wing and I close my eyes
Gonna 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, 1963
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

And he drank and he dreamt of visions
When the salmon still ran free
And his fathers' fathers crossed
That wild old Bering Sea
When 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

And it's dark in here, can't see the sky
But I look at this blue wing and I close my eyes
Gonna 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 L.A
That's where he died
And no one knew his Christian name
And there was no one there to cry
I dreamt there was a funeral
A preacher and a old pine box
And half way through the sermon
You know, Blue Wing began to talk, he said

It's dark in here, can't see the sky
But I look at this blue wing and I close my eyes
Gonna fly away beyond these walls
Up above the clouds where the rain don't fall
On a poor man's dreams

Oh yeah, on a poor man's dreams
Oh yeah, on a poor man's dreams