Chords for DAY365B - Tom Russell - Blue Wing
Tempo:
158 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
Bb
F
Gb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[N] Here's one, and [C] this, [Bbm] if the Renison family here tonight [G] will do this for them, because Colleen Renison [Bbm] drove on a motorcycle [Ab] from Vancouver all the way down to [F] Austin a [Gb] couple weeks ago and sang this with me, a great singer from No Sinner, [C] that band, and a [Gb] real gutsy version of this song.
This is one called Blue [Fm] Wing.
[Gb] [B] [Bb]
[Fm] A song that really did [Bb] come out of Vancouver for me [Gb] and working those bars.
And every once in a while Chief [A] Dan George [Ab] himself would come in and [Bb] sit right in front of me [Ab] and request the ballad of [F] Ira Hayes.
And he would just sit there looking at me and he'd go, that's [E] good.
[Gb] And he would [C] leave.
But I felt a [G] rapport with him.
And right next door was Steem's Hot Dogs.
[C] Hot Dogs were 25 cents.
And if some of the junkies got out of hand, old Steem, he was a gentleman from China, would get up and get the greasy fat that was about [Ab] 3,000 degrees with his [Gb] ladle and threaten to throw it in their face.
I love this kind of stuff.
[Eb] Because I knew I was going to get out of there eventually.
[Bb] I'll tell you more stories tomorrow, really.
I got a lot of them.
I was a census taker on East Hays Street.
I got to go up into all those old hotels and meet some very interesting [C] characters.
And that's probably where [Bb] this song came from.
Dave Alvin does a great [E] version of this song.
[A] And when I first met that Beckman [Ab] in El Paso a few years ago, he was doing a concert and he came up to me and said, [Bbm]
would you mind if I sang a song of yours?
[Bb] And I said, which one?
[Gm] He said, Blue Wing.
And I said, I'd be honored.
So since [C] we're in [Fm] Vancouver, [Bb] I would consider [Bbm] one of my hometowns, [Bb] we're going to attempt to go out on the high wire tonight and attempt it [E] as a duet.
[D] [Bb]
[C] Never been done.
Except last night in Bellingham and the night before that.
We always bring something new to the show.
But we're going to do some Thad Beckman guitar music in a minute.
But here's that song.
And I used to meet guys that got out of the BC pen and tell me they liked this song.
And I played it in Edmonton Max one time.
Believe me, it was the only song that went over.
They didn't even like Muhammad Ali or the Pugilists.
They were waiting for Blue Wing.
And I got out of there, but my nerves were shot after that.
Are you ready for that?
You like that?
It's pretty good.
He had a blue wing tattooed on his shoulder.
Well, it might have been a blue bird.
I don't [Dm] know.
But he gets stoned drunk and talk about Alaska.
[Bb] Lord, [G] the sad boats and 45 [C] below.
He said he got that blue wing up [D] in [C] Baltimore.
Where his cellmate there was little Willie [Dm] John.
Now Willie, he was once a great blues singer.
[G] So him and Willie wrote him up a [C] song.
He said, it's dark in here.
Can't see [F] the sky.
[C] But look at this blue wing and it [G] proves my right.
Lord, I fly [C] away beyond [F] these walls, up [C] above the clouds, where there ain't [G] no fog on [Gb] a poor man's [Am] dream.
[Em] [G]
Well, [C] they paroled Blue Wing in August 1963.
He moved north picking apples to the town of Winnipeg.
[D] [Bb] But winter finally caught [Dm] him in a run down trailer park on [G] the south side of Seattle, where the [C] days grow grey and dark.
But he drank and he dreamt a vision.
How the salmon still ran free.
How his father's fathers crossed that old, [Dm] wild prairies.
That land belonged to everyone.
And there were old songs yet to sing.
And I [G] was narrowed down to a cheap hotel.
[C] I had a new place in the world.
It's dark in here.
Can't see [F] the sky, everybody.
[C] But look at this blue wing and it [G] proves my right.
Lord, I [C] fly away beyond [F] these walls, up [C] above the clouds, where there ain't [G] no fog on a poor [Am] man's dream.
[G]
[Em] [Am]
[D] [C]
Well, he drank his way to L.A. And that's where he died.
But no one knew his Christian name.
There was no [D] one that cried.
But I dreamt [Dm] there was a service.
[D] A preacher in an old pine box.
[G] And over halfway through the sermon, a [C] old blue wing began to talk.
He said, it's dark in here.
Can't see the [F] sky, but [C] look at this blue wing and it [G] proves my right.
Lord, I [C] fly away beyond [F] these walls, up [C] above the clouds, where there ain't [G] no fog on a [Am] poor man's dream.
[G] Yeah, on a [Am] poor man's dream.
[G] Yeah, on [C] a poor man's dream.
[A] [Bb]
[Ab] [D]
This is one called Blue [Fm] Wing.
[Gb] [B] [Bb]
[Fm] A song that really did [Bb] come out of Vancouver for me [Gb] and working those bars.
And every once in a while Chief [A] Dan George [Ab] himself would come in and [Bb] sit right in front of me [Ab] and request the ballad of [F] Ira Hayes.
And he would just sit there looking at me and he'd go, that's [E] good.
[Gb] And he would [C] leave.
But I felt a [G] rapport with him.
And right next door was Steem's Hot Dogs.
[C] Hot Dogs were 25 cents.
And if some of the junkies got out of hand, old Steem, he was a gentleman from China, would get up and get the greasy fat that was about [Ab] 3,000 degrees with his [Gb] ladle and threaten to throw it in their face.
I love this kind of stuff.
[Eb] Because I knew I was going to get out of there eventually.
[Bb] I'll tell you more stories tomorrow, really.
I got a lot of them.
I was a census taker on East Hays Street.
I got to go up into all those old hotels and meet some very interesting [C] characters.
And that's probably where [Bb] this song came from.
Dave Alvin does a great [E] version of this song.
[A] And when I first met that Beckman [Ab] in El Paso a few years ago, he was doing a concert and he came up to me and said, [Bbm]
would you mind if I sang a song of yours?
[Bb] And I said, which one?
[Gm] He said, Blue Wing.
And I said, I'd be honored.
So since [C] we're in [Fm] Vancouver, [Bb] I would consider [Bbm] one of my hometowns, [Bb] we're going to attempt to go out on the high wire tonight and attempt it [E] as a duet.
[D] [Bb]
[C] Never been done.
Except last night in Bellingham and the night before that.
We always bring something new to the show.
But we're going to do some Thad Beckman guitar music in a minute.
But here's that song.
And I used to meet guys that got out of the BC pen and tell me they liked this song.
And I played it in Edmonton Max one time.
Believe me, it was the only song that went over.
They didn't even like Muhammad Ali or the Pugilists.
They were waiting for Blue Wing.
And I got out of there, but my nerves were shot after that.
Are you ready for that?
You like that?
It's pretty good.
He had a blue wing tattooed on his shoulder.
Well, it might have been a blue bird.
I don't [Dm] know.
But he gets stoned drunk and talk about Alaska.
[Bb] Lord, [G] the sad boats and 45 [C] below.
He said he got that blue wing up [D] in [C] Baltimore.
Where his cellmate there was little Willie [Dm] John.
Now Willie, he was once a great blues singer.
[G] So him and Willie wrote him up a [C] song.
He said, it's dark in here.
Can't see [F] the sky.
[C] But look at this blue wing and it [G] proves my right.
Lord, I fly [C] away beyond [F] these walls, up [C] above the clouds, where there ain't [G] no fog on [Gb] a poor man's [Am] dream.
[Em] [G]
Well, [C] they paroled Blue Wing in August 1963.
He moved north picking apples to the town of Winnipeg.
[D] [Bb] But winter finally caught [Dm] him in a run down trailer park on [G] the south side of Seattle, where the [C] days grow grey and dark.
But he drank and he dreamt a vision.
How the salmon still ran free.
How his father's fathers crossed that old, [Dm] wild prairies.
That land belonged to everyone.
And there were old songs yet to sing.
And I [G] was narrowed down to a cheap hotel.
[C] I had a new place in the world.
It's dark in here.
Can't see [F] the sky, everybody.
[C] But look at this blue wing and it [G] proves my right.
Lord, I [C] fly away beyond [F] these walls, up [C] above the clouds, where there ain't [G] no fog on a poor [Am] man's dream.
[G]
[Em] [Am]
[D] [C]
Well, he drank his way to L.A. And that's where he died.
But no one knew his Christian name.
There was no [D] one that cried.
But I dreamt [Dm] there was a service.
[D] A preacher in an old pine box.
[G] And over halfway through the sermon, a [C] old blue wing began to talk.
He said, it's dark in here.
Can't see the [F] sky, but [C] look at this blue wing and it [G] proves my right.
Lord, I [C] fly away beyond [F] these walls, up [C] above the clouds, where there ain't [G] no fog on a [Am] poor man's dream.
[G] Yeah, on a [Am] poor man's dream.
[G] Yeah, on [C] a poor man's dream.
[A] [Bb]
[Ab] [D]
Key:
C
G
Bb
F
Gb
C
G
Bb
[N] Here's one, and [C] this, [Bbm] if the Renison family here tonight [G] will do this for them, because Colleen Renison [Bbm] _ drove on a motorcycle [Ab] from Vancouver all the way down to [F] Austin a [Gb] couple weeks ago and sang this with me, a great singer from No Sinner, [C] that band, and a [Gb] real gutsy version of this song.
This is one called Blue [Fm] Wing.
_ [Gb] _ _ [B] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ _ [Fm] A song that really did [Bb] come out of Vancouver for me [Gb] and working those bars.
And every once in a while Chief [A] Dan George [Ab] himself would come in and [Bb] sit right in front of me [Ab] and request the ballad of [F] Ira Hayes.
And he would just sit there looking at me and he'd go, that's [E] good.
_ [Gb] And he would [C] leave. _
But I felt a [G] rapport with him.
And right next door was Steem's Hot Dogs.
[C] Hot Dogs were 25 cents.
_ And if some of the junkies got out of hand, old Steem, he was a gentleman from China, would get up and get the _ greasy fat that was about [Ab] 3,000 degrees with his [Gb] ladle and threaten to throw it in their face.
I love this kind of stuff.
[Eb] _ _ Because I knew I was going to get out of there eventually.
_ [Bb] _ I'll tell you more stories tomorrow, really.
I got a lot of them.
I was a census taker on East Hays Street.
I _ got to go up into all those old hotels and meet some very interesting [C] characters.
_ And that's probably where [Bb] this song came from.
Dave Alvin does a great [E] version of this song.
[A] And when I first met that Beckman [Ab] _ in El Paso a few years ago, he was doing a concert and he came up to me and said, [Bbm]
would you mind if I sang a song of yours?
[Bb] And I said, which one?
[Gm] He said, Blue Wing.
And I said, I'd be honored.
So since [C] we're in _ [Fm] _ Vancouver, [Bb] I would consider [Bbm] _ one of my hometowns, [Bb] we're going to attempt to go out on the high wire tonight and attempt it [E] as a duet.
_ _ [D] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ Never been done.
_ Except last night in _ _ _ Bellingham and the night before that.
We always bring something new to the show. _ _ _
But we're going to do some Thad Beckman guitar music in a minute.
But here's that song.
And I used to meet guys that got out of the BC pen and tell me they liked this song.
And I played it in Edmonton Max one time.
Believe me, it was the only song that went over.
_ _ They didn't even like Muhammad Ali or the Pugilists.
_ They were waiting for Blue Wing.
_ _ And I got out of there, but my nerves were shot after that. _ _
_ _ _ _ Are you ready for that?
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ You like that?
_ It's pretty good. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
He had a blue wing _ _ _ tattooed on his shoulder. _ _ _
_ _ Well, it might have been a blue bird.
I don't [Dm] know. _ _ _ _
_ But he gets stoned drunk and talk about Alaska. _ _ _ _
_ [Bb] Lord, [G] the sad boats and 45 [C] below. _ _ _ _
He said he got that blue wing up [D] in [C] Baltimore. _ _ _ _
_ Where his cellmate there was little Willie [Dm] John. _ _ _
_ _ Now Willie, he was once a great blues singer. _ _
_ _ [G] So him and Willie wrote him up a [C] song. _ _ _
He said, it's dark in here. _ _ _
Can't see [F] the sky. _ _ _
_ _ [C] But look at this blue wing and it _ [G] proves my right.
Lord, I fly [C] away _ _ _ _ beyond [F] these walls, _ up [C] above the clouds, _ _ where there ain't [G] no fog _ _ on [Gb] a poor man's [Am] dream. _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ Well, [C] they paroled Blue Wing in August _ _ _ _ 1963.
_ _ He moved north picking apples _ to the town of Winnipeg.
[D] _ _ _ [Bb] But winter finally caught [Dm] him in a run down trailer park _ on [G] the south side of Seattle, where the [C] days grow grey and dark.
_ But he drank and he dreamt a vision. _
_ How the salmon still ran free.
How his father's fathers crossed that old, [Dm] wild prairies. _
_ _ That land belonged to everyone.
_ And there were old songs yet to sing.
_ And I [G] was narrowed down to a cheap hotel.
[C] I had a new place in the world.
It's dark in here. _ _ _
Can't see [F] the sky, everybody. _
_ [C] But look at this blue wing and it _ [G] proves my right.
Lord, I [C] fly away _ _ _ beyond [F] these walls, _ up [C] above the _ clouds, _ where there ain't [G] no fog _ _ on a poor [Am] man's dream. _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Well, he drank his way to L.A. _ _ And that's where he died.
_ But no one knew his Christian name.
There was no [D] one that cried.
_ But I dreamt [Dm] there was a service.
_ _ [D] A preacher in an old pine box.
[G] And over halfway through the sermon, _ a [C] old blue wing began to talk.
He said, it's dark in here. _ _ _
Can't see the [F] sky, _ _ _ _ but [C] look at this blue wing and it _ [G] proves my right.
Lord, I [C] fly away _ _ _ _ _ beyond [F] these _ walls, up [C] above the _ clouds, _ where there ain't [G] no fog _ on a [Am] poor man's dream. _ _
_ _ [G] Yeah, _ _ _ _ on a [Am] poor man's dream. _ _
_ _ [G] Yeah, _ _ _ on [C] a poor _ man's dream. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ [Bb] _
_ _ [Ab] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
This is one called Blue [Fm] Wing.
_ [Gb] _ _ [B] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ _ [Fm] A song that really did [Bb] come out of Vancouver for me [Gb] and working those bars.
And every once in a while Chief [A] Dan George [Ab] himself would come in and [Bb] sit right in front of me [Ab] and request the ballad of [F] Ira Hayes.
And he would just sit there looking at me and he'd go, that's [E] good.
_ [Gb] And he would [C] leave. _
But I felt a [G] rapport with him.
And right next door was Steem's Hot Dogs.
[C] Hot Dogs were 25 cents.
_ And if some of the junkies got out of hand, old Steem, he was a gentleman from China, would get up and get the _ greasy fat that was about [Ab] 3,000 degrees with his [Gb] ladle and threaten to throw it in their face.
I love this kind of stuff.
[Eb] _ _ Because I knew I was going to get out of there eventually.
_ [Bb] _ I'll tell you more stories tomorrow, really.
I got a lot of them.
I was a census taker on East Hays Street.
I _ got to go up into all those old hotels and meet some very interesting [C] characters.
_ And that's probably where [Bb] this song came from.
Dave Alvin does a great [E] version of this song.
[A] And when I first met that Beckman [Ab] _ in El Paso a few years ago, he was doing a concert and he came up to me and said, [Bbm]
would you mind if I sang a song of yours?
[Bb] And I said, which one?
[Gm] He said, Blue Wing.
And I said, I'd be honored.
So since [C] we're in _ [Fm] _ Vancouver, [Bb] I would consider [Bbm] _ one of my hometowns, [Bb] we're going to attempt to go out on the high wire tonight and attempt it [E] as a duet.
_ _ [D] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ Never been done.
_ Except last night in _ _ _ Bellingham and the night before that.
We always bring something new to the show. _ _ _
But we're going to do some Thad Beckman guitar music in a minute.
But here's that song.
And I used to meet guys that got out of the BC pen and tell me they liked this song.
And I played it in Edmonton Max one time.
Believe me, it was the only song that went over.
_ _ They didn't even like Muhammad Ali or the Pugilists.
_ They were waiting for Blue Wing.
_ _ And I got out of there, but my nerves were shot after that. _ _
_ _ _ _ Are you ready for that?
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ You like that?
_ It's pretty good. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
He had a blue wing _ _ _ tattooed on his shoulder. _ _ _
_ _ Well, it might have been a blue bird.
I don't [Dm] know. _ _ _ _
_ But he gets stoned drunk and talk about Alaska. _ _ _ _
_ [Bb] Lord, [G] the sad boats and 45 [C] below. _ _ _ _
He said he got that blue wing up [D] in [C] Baltimore. _ _ _ _
_ Where his cellmate there was little Willie [Dm] John. _ _ _
_ _ Now Willie, he was once a great blues singer. _ _
_ _ [G] So him and Willie wrote him up a [C] song. _ _ _
He said, it's dark in here. _ _ _
Can't see [F] the sky. _ _ _
_ _ [C] But look at this blue wing and it _ [G] proves my right.
Lord, I fly [C] away _ _ _ _ beyond [F] these walls, _ up [C] above the clouds, _ _ where there ain't [G] no fog _ _ on [Gb] a poor man's [Am] dream. _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ Well, [C] they paroled Blue Wing in August _ _ _ _ 1963.
_ _ He moved north picking apples _ to the town of Winnipeg.
[D] _ _ _ [Bb] But winter finally caught [Dm] him in a run down trailer park _ on [G] the south side of Seattle, where the [C] days grow grey and dark.
_ But he drank and he dreamt a vision. _
_ How the salmon still ran free.
How his father's fathers crossed that old, [Dm] wild prairies. _
_ _ That land belonged to everyone.
_ And there were old songs yet to sing.
_ And I [G] was narrowed down to a cheap hotel.
[C] I had a new place in the world.
It's dark in here. _ _ _
Can't see [F] the sky, everybody. _
_ [C] But look at this blue wing and it _ [G] proves my right.
Lord, I [C] fly away _ _ _ beyond [F] these walls, _ up [C] above the _ clouds, _ where there ain't [G] no fog _ _ on a poor [Am] man's dream. _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Well, he drank his way to L.A. _ _ And that's where he died.
_ But no one knew his Christian name.
There was no [D] one that cried.
_ But I dreamt [Dm] there was a service.
_ _ [D] A preacher in an old pine box.
[G] And over halfway through the sermon, _ a [C] old blue wing began to talk.
He said, it's dark in here. _ _ _
Can't see the [F] sky, _ _ _ _ but [C] look at this blue wing and it _ [G] proves my right.
Lord, I [C] fly away _ _ _ _ _ beyond [F] these _ walls, up [C] above the _ clouds, _ where there ain't [G] no fog _ on a [Am] poor man's dream. _ _
_ _ [G] Yeah, _ _ _ _ on a [Am] poor man's dream. _ _
_ _ [G] Yeah, _ _ _ on [C] a poor _ man's dream. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ [Bb] _
_ _ [Ab] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _