Tom Russell - Blue Wing, аккорды песни для гитары

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He had a blue wing tattooed on his shoulder, 
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It may have been a Blue bird I don’t know. 
He’d get stoned drunk and talk about Alaska, 
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The salmon boats and 45 below. 
 
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He said I got that blue wing up in Walla Walla, 
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And his cell mate there was little Willie John. 
And Willy he was once a great Blues singer, 
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And winging Willy wrote him up a song. He said:  
 
Chorus: 
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It’s dark in here, can’t see the sky, 
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But I look at this blue wing and I close my eyes, 
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And fly away, beyond these walls, up above the 
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Clouds where there ain’t no fault on a poor mans dreams. 
 
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They paroled blue wing in August of 1963, 
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And he moved north pickin apples in the town of Wanatchee. 
Then winter finally caught him in a rundown trailer park on the 
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South side of Seattle where the days grow gray and dark. 
 
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And he drank and dreamt of visions when the salmon still ran free, 
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And his father’s father crossed that wild old Berring sea. 
The land belonged to everyone and there where old songs yet to sing 
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Now it’s narrowed down to a cheap hotel and a tattooed prison wing.  
 
Repeat Chorus

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Well he drank his way to L.
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. and that’s where he died and no 
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Knew his Christian name and there was no one there to cry. 
But I dreamt there was a funeral, a preacher and a cheap pine box, 
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And half way thru the service, Blue Wing began to talk. He said: 
 
Repeat Chorus

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He had a blue wing tattooed on his shoulder, 
G
It may have been a Blue bird I don’t know. 
He’d get stoned drunk and talk about Alaska, 
C
The salmon boats and 45 below. 
 
C
He said I got that blue wing up in Walla Walla, 
G
And his cell mate there was little Willie John. 
And Willy he was once a great Blues singer, 
C
And winging Willy wrote him up a song. He said:  
 
Chorus: 
C
  
F
It’s dark in here, can’t see the sky, 
C
  
G
But I look at this blue wing and I close my eyes, 
C
  
F
And fly away, beyond these walls, up above the 
C
  
G
  
C
Clouds where there ain’t no fault on a poor mans dreams. 
 
C
They paroled blue wing in August of 1963, 
G
And he moved north pickin apples in the town of Wanatchee. 
Then winter finally caught him in a rundown trailer park on the 
C
South side of Seattle where the days grow gray and dark. 
 
C
And he drank and dreamt of visions when the salmon still ran free, 
G
And his father’s father crossed that wild old Berring sea. 
The land belonged to everyone and there where old songs yet to sing 
C
Now it’s narrowed down to a cheap hotel and a tattooed prison wing.  
 
Repeat Chorus

C
 
Well he drank his way to L.
A
. and that’s where he died and no 
G
Knew his Christian name and there was no one there to cry. 
But I dreamt there was a funeral, a preacher and a cheap pine box, 
C
And half way thru the service, Blue Wing began to talk. He said: 
 
Repeat Chorus