HE HAD A BLUE WING TATOOED ON HIS SHOULDER IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN A BLUEBIRD I DON'T KNOW BUT HE'D GET STONE DRUNK AND TALK ABOUT ALASKA THE SALMON BOATS AND FORTY FIVE BELOW SAID HE GOT THIS BLUE WING UP IN WALLA WALLA AND HIS CELL MATE THERE WAS LITTLE WILLIE JOHN WILLIE HE WAS ONCE A GREAT BLUES SINGER AND WAILIN' WILLIE WROTE 'EM UP A SONG
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SAID "IT'S DARK IN HERE I CAN'T SEE THE SKY BUT I LOOK AT THIS BLUE WING AND I CLOSE MY EYES AN' I FLY AWAY BEYOND THESE WALLS UP ABOVE THE CLOUDS WHERE THE RAIN DON'T FALL ON A POOR MAN'S DREAM"
THEY PAROLLED BLUE WING IN AUGUST OF 1963 HE MOVED NORTH PICKIN' APPLES TO THE TOWN OF WINACHEE AND THEN WINTER FINALLY CAUGHT HIM IN A RUN DOWN TRAILER BAR FROM THE SOUTH SIDE OF SEATTLE WHERE THE DAYS GROW GREY AND DARK AN' HE DRANK AND HE DREAMT A VISION OF WHEN THE SALMON STILL RAN FREE AND HIS FATHER'S FATHERS CROSSED THAT WILD OLD BARING SEA AND THE LAND BLONGED TO EVERYONE AND THERE WAS OLD SONGS YET TO SING AND NOW IT'S NARROWED DOWN TO A CHEAP HOTEL AND A TATTOOED PRISON WING
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WELL HE DRANK HIS WAY TO L A THAT'S WHERE HE DIED WHERE NO ONE KNEW HIS CHRISTIAN NAME AN' THERE WAS NO ONE THERE TO CRY BUT I DREAMT THERE WAS A FUNERAL A PREACHER AN' A CHEAP PINE BOX AND HALFWAY THROUGHT THE SERMON BLUE WING BEGAN TO TALK