DO FA DO
He said its dark in here…can't see the sky. But I look at this Blue Wing
SOLand I close my eyes
Then I fly away, beyond these walls… Up above the clouds, where the rain
SOLdon’t fall
LAm SOL LAm SOLOn a poor man’s dreams… (yaa, On a poor man’s dreams, yaa)
DO
Well they paroled Blue Wing in August, 1963
And he moved on pickin’ apples to the town of Wenatchee.
REmWinter finally caught him in a run down trailer park,
REm SOL DOOn the south side of Seattle where the days grow gray and dark
And he drank and he dreamt a vision of when the salmon still swam free
DO REmAnd his father’s father’s crossed that wide old Bering Sea.
REmAnd the land belonged to everyone, and there were old songs left to sing.
Now it’s narrowed down to a cheap hotel and a tattooed prison wing.
Well he drank his way to L.A. and that’s where he died. But no one knew his Christian name
And there was no one there to cry. But I dreamt there was a service.
REmA preacher and an old pine box.
REm SOL DOAnd halfway through the sermon you know Blue Wing began to talk
Chorus
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