Blue Wing Chords by Dave Alvin
Tempo:
97.55 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
G
Em
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[G] He had a blue wound tattooed on his [D] shoulder.
Might have been a bluebird.
I don't [Em] know.
But he'd get stone drunk and talk about Alaska.
[E]
[A] Salmon boats and fortified [D] below.
But he got that blue wing and jailed in Walla Walla.
And his cellmate there was little [A] Willie John.
[Em] Willie, he was once a great blues singer.
[A] So Winging Willie rode home [D] up a song.
Said it's dark in here.
I can't see the sky.
[G] But [D] I look at this blue wing and I close [A] my eyes.
And I [D] fly away beyond [G] these walls, up above the [D] clouds,
where there [A] ain't a hope for a [D] poor man's dream.
[G] [A]
Well, they [D] paroled Blue Wing in August 1963.
He moved on picking apples [Em] to the town of Wenatchee.
The winter finally caught him in a run down trailer [A] park
on the south side of Seattle.
[D] The days grow gray and dark.
He drank and he dreamt a vision.
But when the salmon still ran free,
his father's father's crossed that [Em] wide old Barrett Sea.
The land belonged to everyone.
Those old songs, yes.
[A] Now it's narrowed down to a cheap hotel
[D] and a tattoo prison wig.
Said it's dark in here.
I [G] can't see the sky.
But I [D] look at this blue wing and I [A] close my eyes.
I fly [D] away [G] beyond these walls, up above the [D] clouds,
where there [A] ain't a hope for a [D] poor man's dream.
[G] [D]
[A] [D]
[G] [D]
[A]
Well, he [D] drank his way to LA.
That's where he died.
No one knew his [Em] Christian name.
And there was no one there to cry.
But I dreamt there was a service featuring an old pine [A] box.
Halfway through the sermon, [D] the blue wing began to talk.
He said it's dark in here.
I can't see the [G] sky.
Oh, but I look [D] at this blue wing and I [A] close my eyes.
And I fly [D] away beyond [G] these walls, up above the [D] clouds,
where there [A] ain't a hope for a poor [D] man's dream.
[G] [A] For a poor [D] man's dream.
[G] [A]
For a poor man's dream.
Might have been a bluebird.
I don't [Em] know.
But he'd get stone drunk and talk about Alaska.
[E]
[A] Salmon boats and fortified [D] below.
But he got that blue wing and jailed in Walla Walla.
And his cellmate there was little [A] Willie John.
[Em] Willie, he was once a great blues singer.
[A] So Winging Willie rode home [D] up a song.
Said it's dark in here.
I can't see the sky.
[G] But [D] I look at this blue wing and I close [A] my eyes.
And I [D] fly away beyond [G] these walls, up above the [D] clouds,
where there [A] ain't a hope for a [D] poor man's dream.
[G] [A]
Well, they [D] paroled Blue Wing in August 1963.
He moved on picking apples [Em] to the town of Wenatchee.
The winter finally caught him in a run down trailer [A] park
on the south side of Seattle.
[D] The days grow gray and dark.
He drank and he dreamt a vision.
But when the salmon still ran free,
his father's father's crossed that [Em] wide old Barrett Sea.
The land belonged to everyone.
Those old songs, yes.
[A] Now it's narrowed down to a cheap hotel
[D] and a tattoo prison wig.
Said it's dark in here.
I [G] can't see the sky.
But I [D] look at this blue wing and I [A] close my eyes.
I fly [D] away [G] beyond these walls, up above the [D] clouds,
where there [A] ain't a hope for a [D] poor man's dream.
[G] [D]
[A] [D]
[G] [D]
[A]
Well, he [D] drank his way to LA.
That's where he died.
No one knew his [Em] Christian name.
And there was no one there to cry.
But I dreamt there was a service featuring an old pine [A] box.
Halfway through the sermon, [D] the blue wing began to talk.
He said it's dark in here.
I can't see the [G] sky.
Oh, but I look [D] at this blue wing and I [A] close my eyes.
And I fly [D] away beyond [G] these walls, up above the [D] clouds,
where there [A] ain't a hope for a poor [D] man's dream.
[G] [A] For a poor [D] man's dream.
[G] [A]
For a poor man's dream.
Key:
D
A
G
Em
E
D
A
G
[G] He had a blue wound tattooed on his [D] shoulder. _
_ Might have been a bluebird.
I don't [Em] know. _
But he'd get stone drunk and talk about Alaska.
[E] _
_ [A] Salmon boats and fortified [D] below. _
_ But he got that blue wing and jailed in Walla Walla. _
_ And his cellmate there was little [A] Willie John. _
[Em] _ _ Willie, he was once a great blues singer.
_ [A] So Winging Willie rode home [D] up a song.
Said it's dark in here.
I can't see the sky.
[G] _ But [D] I look at this blue wing and I close [A] my eyes.
And I [D] fly away beyond [G] these walls, up above the [D] clouds,
where there [A] ain't a hope for a _ _ [D] poor man's dream.
_ [G] _ _ _ [A] _ _
Well, they [D] paroled Blue Wing in August _ _ 1963.
He moved on picking apples [Em] to the town of Wenatchee.
The winter finally caught him in a run down trailer [A] park
on the south side of Seattle.
[D] The days grow gray and dark.
He drank and he dreamt a vision.
But when the salmon still ran free,
his father's father's crossed that [Em] wide old Barrett Sea.
The land belonged to everyone.
Those old songs, yes.
[A] Now it's narrowed down to a cheap hotel
[D] and a tattoo prison wig.
Said it's dark in here.
I [G] can't see the sky.
_ But I [D] look at this blue wing and I [A] close my eyes.
I fly [D] away _ [G] beyond these walls, up above the [D] clouds,
where there [A] ain't a hope for a _ _ [D] poor man's dream.
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ Well, he [D] drank his way to LA.
That's where he died.
No one knew his [Em] Christian name.
And there was no one there to cry.
But I dreamt there was a service featuring an old pine [A] box.
Halfway through the sermon, [D] the blue wing began to talk.
He said it's dark in here.
I can't see the [G] sky.
Oh, but I look [D] at this blue wing and I [A] close my eyes.
And I fly [D] away beyond [G] these walls, up above the [D] clouds,
where there [A] ain't a hope for _ a _ poor [D] man's dream.
_ _ [G] _ _ [A] For a poor [D] man's dream.
_ _ [G] _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ For a poor man's dream. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Might have been a bluebird.
I don't [Em] know. _
But he'd get stone drunk and talk about Alaska.
[E] _
_ [A] Salmon boats and fortified [D] below. _
_ But he got that blue wing and jailed in Walla Walla. _
_ And his cellmate there was little [A] Willie John. _
[Em] _ _ Willie, he was once a great blues singer.
_ [A] So Winging Willie rode home [D] up a song.
Said it's dark in here.
I can't see the sky.
[G] _ But [D] I look at this blue wing and I close [A] my eyes.
And I [D] fly away beyond [G] these walls, up above the [D] clouds,
where there [A] ain't a hope for a _ _ [D] poor man's dream.
_ [G] _ _ _ [A] _ _
Well, they [D] paroled Blue Wing in August _ _ 1963.
He moved on picking apples [Em] to the town of Wenatchee.
The winter finally caught him in a run down trailer [A] park
on the south side of Seattle.
[D] The days grow gray and dark.
He drank and he dreamt a vision.
But when the salmon still ran free,
his father's father's crossed that [Em] wide old Barrett Sea.
The land belonged to everyone.
Those old songs, yes.
[A] Now it's narrowed down to a cheap hotel
[D] and a tattoo prison wig.
Said it's dark in here.
I [G] can't see the sky.
_ But I [D] look at this blue wing and I [A] close my eyes.
I fly [D] away _ [G] beyond these walls, up above the [D] clouds,
where there [A] ain't a hope for a _ _ [D] poor man's dream.
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ Well, he [D] drank his way to LA.
That's where he died.
No one knew his [Em] Christian name.
And there was no one there to cry.
But I dreamt there was a service featuring an old pine [A] box.
Halfway through the sermon, [D] the blue wing began to talk.
He said it's dark in here.
I can't see the [G] sky.
Oh, but I look [D] at this blue wing and I [A] close my eyes.
And I fly [D] away beyond [G] these walls, up above the [D] clouds,
where there [A] ain't a hope for _ a _ poor [D] man's dream.
_ _ [G] _ _ [A] For a poor [D] man's dream.
_ _ [G] _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ For a poor man's dream. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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