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He said its dark in here…can't see the sky. But I look at this Blue Wing
Gand I close my eyes
Then I fly away, beyond these walls… Up above the clouds, where the rain
Gdon’t fall
Am G Am GOn a poor man’s dreams… (yaa, On a poor man’s dreams, yaa)
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Well they paroled Blue Wing in August, 1963
And he moved on pickin’ apples to the town of Wenatchee.
DmWinter finally caught him in a run down trailer park,
Dm G COn 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
C DmAnd his father’s father’s crossed that wide old Bering Sea.
DmAnd 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.
DmA preacher and an old pine box.
Dm G CAnd halfway through the sermon you know Blue Wing began to talk
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