Blue Wing Chords by Dave Alvin
Tempo:
97.1 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
E
G
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A] [D]
He had a blue wing, a tattooed on his shoulder.
Might have been a boot.
[F#] [E]
He'd get stone [Em] drunk and talk about Alaska.
Seven boats, [E] 45 [F] below.
[D#]
[E] Well he got that blue wing and jaded and walla [A] walla.
His cellmate [D#] there was little [E] Willie John.
[Em]
Now Willie, he was one of the great blues.
[E] So Wiggin' Willie rode [D] him up the Sahara.
Said it's dark in here, [G] can't see the sky.
[F#] But I look at this blue wing and I close [A] my eyes.
[D] Fly away, [F#m] the [G] only one.
Up [D] above the clouds, where the [E] rain don't [B] fall.
On a four [D]-barrel steel.
[A]
Well he [Am] paroled blue wing in August [G] of
[F#] 1973.
He moved on, [A] picking apples to the [Em] town of Wenatchee.
When the winter finally come, [Bm] he'd have run down a trailer road.
On the south side of Seattle where the [D] days grow gray and dark.
Now he drank and he dreamt a vision.
But when the salmon still ran free.
And his father's fathers crossed [E] the wide [Em] Bering Sea.
Then the land belonged to everyone.
And those old songs he had to sing.
[A] They rode down to a cheap [E] motel and a tattooed prison ring.
[D] Said it's dark in here, can't [G] see the sky.
[D] But I look at this blue wing and I close my [E] eyes.
[D] And I fly away, the only [G] one.
Up above [D] the clouds, where the rain [A] don't fall.
On a [D] four-barrel steel.
[G]
[D] [A]
[D] [E] [G]
[D] [A]
[E]
[Dm]
Well he drank [Bm] his way to LA, and that's where he died.
No one knew [C] his Christian name [B] and there was no one there who cried.
But he dreamt there was a service, a preacher [C] in all.
[Am]
[B] [C] Blue wing began to talk.
It's [D] dark in here, I [G] can't see the sky.
[D] Yeah, but I look at this blue wing and I [A] close my eyes.
[D] And I fly away, the only [G] one.
Up above [D] the clouds, where the [A] rain don't fall.
[D] My poor man's here.
[G] [A] My poor [D] man's here.
[G] [A]
[E] My [D] poor man's here.
[Bm]
He had a blue wing, a tattooed on his shoulder.
Might have been a boot.
[F#] [E]
He'd get stone [Em] drunk and talk about Alaska.
Seven boats, [E] 45 [F] below.
[D#]
[E] Well he got that blue wing and jaded and walla [A] walla.
His cellmate [D#] there was little [E] Willie John.
[Em]
Now Willie, he was one of the great blues.
[E] So Wiggin' Willie rode [D] him up the Sahara.
Said it's dark in here, [G] can't see the sky.
[F#] But I look at this blue wing and I close [A] my eyes.
[D] Fly away, [F#m] the [G] only one.
Up [D] above the clouds, where the [E] rain don't [B] fall.
On a four [D]-barrel steel.
[A]
Well he [Am] paroled blue wing in August [G] of
[F#] 1973.
He moved on, [A] picking apples to the [Em] town of Wenatchee.
When the winter finally come, [Bm] he'd have run down a trailer road.
On the south side of Seattle where the [D] days grow gray and dark.
Now he drank and he dreamt a vision.
But when the salmon still ran free.
And his father's fathers crossed [E] the wide [Em] Bering Sea.
Then the land belonged to everyone.
And those old songs he had to sing.
[A] They rode down to a cheap [E] motel and a tattooed prison ring.
[D] Said it's dark in here, can't [G] see the sky.
[D] But I look at this blue wing and I close my [E] eyes.
[D] And I fly away, the only [G] one.
Up above [D] the clouds, where the rain [A] don't fall.
On a [D] four-barrel steel.
[G]
[D] [A]
[D] [E] [G]
[D] [A]
[E]
[Dm]
Well he drank [Bm] his way to LA, and that's where he died.
No one knew [C] his Christian name [B] and there was no one there who cried.
But he dreamt there was a service, a preacher [C] in all.
[Am]
[B] [C] Blue wing began to talk.
It's [D] dark in here, I [G] can't see the sky.
[D] Yeah, but I look at this blue wing and I [A] close my eyes.
[D] And I fly away, the only [G] one.
Up above [D] the clouds, where the [A] rain don't fall.
[D] My poor man's here.
[G] [A] My poor [D] man's here.
[G] [A]
[E] My [D] poor man's here.
[Bm]
Key:
D
A
E
G
Em
D
A
E
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
He had a blue wing, a tattooed on his shoulder. _
_ Might have been a boot.
[F#] _ _ _ [E] _
He'd get stone [Em] drunk and talk about Alaska. _
_ Seven boats, [E] 45 [F] below.
_ [D#] _
[E] Well he got that blue wing and jaded and walla [A] walla. _
His cellmate [D#] there was little [E] Willie John.
[Em] _
_ Now Willie, he was one of the great blues. _
_ [E] So Wiggin' Willie rode [D] him up the Sahara.
Said it's dark in here, _ [G] can't see the sky.
_ [F#] But I look at this blue wing and I close [A] my eyes.
_ _ [D] Fly away, [F#m] the [G] only one.
Up [D] above the clouds, where the [E] rain don't [B] fall.
_ _ _ _ On a four [D]-barrel steel.
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ Well he [Am] paroled blue wing in August [G] of _
[F#] 1973.
He moved on, [A] picking apples to the [Em] town of Wenatchee.
When the winter finally come, [Bm] he'd have run down a trailer road.
On the south side of Seattle where the [D] days grow gray and dark.
Now he drank and he dreamt a vision.
But when the salmon still ran free.
And his father's fathers crossed [E] the wide [Em] Bering Sea.
Then the land belonged to everyone.
And those old songs he had to sing.
[A] They rode down to a cheap [E] motel and a tattooed prison ring.
[D] Said it's dark in here, _ can't [G] see the sky.
_ [D] But I look at this blue wing and I close my [E] eyes.
[D] And I fly away, the only [G] one.
Up above [D] the clouds, where the rain [A] don't fall. _ _ _
On a [D] four-barrel steel.
_ [G] _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ [E] _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _
_ Well he drank [Bm] his way to LA, and that's where he died.
No one knew [C] his Christian name [B] and there was no one there who cried.
But he dreamt there was a service, a preacher [C] in all.
_ _ [Am] _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ [C] Blue wing began to talk. _
_ It's [D] dark in here, I [G] can't see the sky.
[D] Yeah, but I look at this blue wing and I [A] close my eyes.
[D] And I fly away, the only [G] one.
Up above [D] the clouds, where the [A] rain don't _ fall.
_ [D] My poor man's here.
_ [G] _ _ [A] My poor [D] man's here.
_ [G] _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] My [D] poor man's here.
_ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
He had a blue wing, a tattooed on his shoulder. _
_ Might have been a boot.
[F#] _ _ _ [E] _
He'd get stone [Em] drunk and talk about Alaska. _
_ Seven boats, [E] 45 [F] below.
_ [D#] _
[E] Well he got that blue wing and jaded and walla [A] walla. _
His cellmate [D#] there was little [E] Willie John.
[Em] _
_ Now Willie, he was one of the great blues. _
_ [E] So Wiggin' Willie rode [D] him up the Sahara.
Said it's dark in here, _ [G] can't see the sky.
_ [F#] But I look at this blue wing and I close [A] my eyes.
_ _ [D] Fly away, [F#m] the [G] only one.
Up [D] above the clouds, where the [E] rain don't [B] fall.
_ _ _ _ On a four [D]-barrel steel.
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ Well he [Am] paroled blue wing in August [G] of _
[F#] 1973.
He moved on, [A] picking apples to the [Em] town of Wenatchee.
When the winter finally come, [Bm] he'd have run down a trailer road.
On the south side of Seattle where the [D] days grow gray and dark.
Now he drank and he dreamt a vision.
But when the salmon still ran free.
And his father's fathers crossed [E] the wide [Em] Bering Sea.
Then the land belonged to everyone.
And those old songs he had to sing.
[A] They rode down to a cheap [E] motel and a tattooed prison ring.
[D] Said it's dark in here, _ can't [G] see the sky.
_ [D] But I look at this blue wing and I close my [E] eyes.
[D] And I fly away, the only [G] one.
Up above [D] the clouds, where the rain [A] don't fall. _ _ _
On a [D] four-barrel steel.
_ [G] _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ [E] _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _
_ Well he drank [Bm] his way to LA, and that's where he died.
No one knew [C] his Christian name [B] and there was no one there who cried.
But he dreamt there was a service, a preacher [C] in all.
_ _ [Am] _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ [C] Blue wing began to talk. _
_ It's [D] dark in here, I [G] can't see the sky.
[D] Yeah, but I look at this blue wing and I [A] close my eyes.
[D] And I fly away, the only [G] one.
Up above [D] the clouds, where the [A] rain don't _ fall.
_ [D] My poor man's here.
_ [G] _ _ [A] My poor [D] man's here.
_ [G] _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] My [D] poor man's here.
_ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _