Blue Wing
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โฑ๏ธ 3:48 duration
๐ ID: 5893295
๐ Lyrics
He had a blue wing tattooed on his shoulder
Ought might have been a bluebird, I don't know
But he'd get stone drunk and talk about Alaska
The Salmon boats and 45 below
He said he got his blue wing up in Walla-Walla
And his cellmate there was a Little Willy John
Now Willie, he was once a great blues singer
And Blue Wing & Willie wrote him up a song
They said, it's dark in here, I can't see the sky
But I look at my 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 they paroled Blue Wing in August of 1963
And he moved North, picking apples to the town of Wenatchee
And when winter finally caught him, he's in a rundown trailer park
On the South side of Seattle where the days get grey and dark
And he drank and he dreamt a vision of when the Salmon still ran free
And his father's fathers crossed that wide 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
He said it's dark in here, I can't see the sky
But I looking my 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 L.A., and that's where he died
And there was no one to knew his Christian name
And there was no one there to cry
But dreamed there was a funeral, a preacher and a cheap pine box
And halfway through the sermon old blue wing he began to talk
He said it's dark in here, I can't see the sky
But I look at my 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
Ought might have been a bluebird, I don't know
But he'd get stone drunk and talk about Alaska
The Salmon boats and 45 below
He said he got his blue wing up in Walla-Walla
And his cellmate there was a Little Willy John
Now Willie, he was once a great blues singer
And Blue Wing & Willie wrote him up a song
They said, it's dark in here, I can't see the sky
But I look at my 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 they paroled Blue Wing in August of 1963
And he moved North, picking apples to the town of Wenatchee
And when winter finally caught him, he's in a rundown trailer park
On the South side of Seattle where the days get grey and dark
And he drank and he dreamt a vision of when the Salmon still ran free
And his father's fathers crossed that wide 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
He said it's dark in here, I can't see the sky
But I looking my 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 L.A., and that's where he died
And there was no one to knew his Christian name
And there was no one there to cry
But dreamed there was a funeral, a preacher and a cheap pine box
And halfway through the sermon old blue wing he began to talk
He said it's dark in here, I can't see the sky
But I look at my 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
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:08.20] He had a blue wing tattooed on his shoulder
[00:14.06] Ought might have been a bluebird, I don't know
[00:19.90] But he'd get stone drunk and talk about Alaska
[00:25.77] The Salmon boats and 45 below
[00:31.19] He said he got his blue wing up in Walla-Walla
[00:36.74] And his cellmate there was a Little Willy John
[00:42.60] Now Willie, he was once a great blues singer
[00:48.21] And Blue Wing & Willie wrote him up a song
[00:53.29] They said, it's dark in here, I can't see the sky
[00:59.91] But I look at my blue wing and I close my eyes
[01:04.72] And I fly away, beyond these walls
[01:10.40] Up above the clouds, where the rain don't fall
[01:16.03] On a poor man's dreams
[01:22.35] Well they paroled Blue Wing in August of 1963
[01:28.00] And he moved North, picking apples to the town of Wenatchee
[01:33.62] And when winter finally caught him, he's in a rundown trailer park
[01:39.52] On the South side of Seattle where the days get grey and dark
[01:45.25] And he drank and he dreamt a vision of when the Salmon still ran free
[01:51.22] And his father's fathers crossed that wide old Bering sea
[01:56.86] And the land belonged to everyone
[01:59.50] And there were old songs yet to sing
[02:02.49] Now it's narrowed down to a cheap hotel
[02:05.45] And a tattooed prison wing
[02:07.38] He said it's dark in here, I can't see the sky
[02:13.99] But I looking my blue wing and I close my eyes
[02:18.96] And I fly away, beyond these walls
[02:24.64] Up above the clouds, where the rain don't fall
[02:30.34] On a poor man's dreams
[02:42.54] Well, he drank his way to L.A., and that's where he died
[02:47.44] And there was no one to knew his Christian name
[02:50.78] And there was no one there to cry
[02:53.84] But dreamed there was a funeral, a preacher and a cheap pine box
[02:59.71] And halfway through the sermon old blue wing he began to talk
[03:04.37] He said it's dark in here, I can't see the sky
[03:10.92] But I look at my blue wing and I close my eyes
[03:15.82] And I fly away, beyond these walls
[03:21.54] Up above the clouds, where the rain don't fall
[03:27.26] On a poor man's dreams
[03:33.07] On a poor man's dreams
[03:38.59] On a poor man's dreams
[03:41.13]
[00:14.06] Ought might have been a bluebird, I don't know
[00:19.90] But he'd get stone drunk and talk about Alaska
[00:25.77] The Salmon boats and 45 below
[00:31.19] He said he got his blue wing up in Walla-Walla
[00:36.74] And his cellmate there was a Little Willy John
[00:42.60] Now Willie, he was once a great blues singer
[00:48.21] And Blue Wing & Willie wrote him up a song
[00:53.29] They said, it's dark in here, I can't see the sky
[00:59.91] But I look at my blue wing and I close my eyes
[01:04.72] And I fly away, beyond these walls
[01:10.40] Up above the clouds, where the rain don't fall
[01:16.03] On a poor man's dreams
[01:22.35] Well they paroled Blue Wing in August of 1963
[01:28.00] And he moved North, picking apples to the town of Wenatchee
[01:33.62] And when winter finally caught him, he's in a rundown trailer park
[01:39.52] On the South side of Seattle where the days get grey and dark
[01:45.25] And he drank and he dreamt a vision of when the Salmon still ran free
[01:51.22] And his father's fathers crossed that wide old Bering sea
[01:56.86] And the land belonged to everyone
[01:59.50] And there were old songs yet to sing
[02:02.49] Now it's narrowed down to a cheap hotel
[02:05.45] And a tattooed prison wing
[02:07.38] He said it's dark in here, I can't see the sky
[02:13.99] But I looking my blue wing and I close my eyes
[02:18.96] And I fly away, beyond these walls
[02:24.64] Up above the clouds, where the rain don't fall
[02:30.34] On a poor man's dreams
[02:42.54] Well, he drank his way to L.A., and that's where he died
[02:47.44] And there was no one to knew his Christian name
[02:50.78] And there was no one there to cry
[02:53.84] But dreamed there was a funeral, a preacher and a cheap pine box
[02:59.71] And halfway through the sermon old blue wing he began to talk
[03:04.37] He said it's dark in here, I can't see the sky
[03:10.92] But I look at my blue wing and I close my eyes
[03:15.82] And I fly away, beyond these walls
[03:21.54] Up above the clouds, where the rain don't fall
[03:27.26] On a poor man's dreams
[03:33.07] On a poor man's dreams
[03:38.59] On a poor man's dreams
[03:41.13]