Karaoké Blue Wing - Tom Russell

Cet enregistrement est une reprise de Blue Wing rendu célèbre par Tom Russell

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Tempo : variable (environ 160 BPM)

Tonalité identique à l'original : Do

Durée : 04:01 - Extrait à : 02:13

Date de sortie : 1989
Styles : Country, En anglais
Auteur-Compositeur : Tom Russell

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Paroles Blue Wing

He had a blue wing tattooed on his shoulder
Well 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
He said he got that blue wing up in Walla Walla and his cellmate there was a Little Willy John
And Willie he was once a great blues singer
And Wing and Willie wrote him up a song
He sang It's dark in here
Can't see the sky
But I look at this blue wing and I close my eyes
And I fly away beyond these walls
Up above the clouds where the rain don't fall on a poor man's dream
They paroled Blue Wing in August of nineteen sixty-three
He moved north pickin' apples to the town of Wenatchee
Then winter finally caught him in a run down trailer park on the south side of Seattle where the days grow gray and dark
And he drank and he dreamt of visions when the salmon still ran free
And his fathers' fathers crossed that wild old Bering Sea
And the land belonged to everyone and there were old songs yet to sing
Now it's narrowed down to a cheap hotel and a tattooed prison wing
It's dark in here
Can't see the sky
But I look at this blue wing and I close my eyes
And I fly away beyond these walls
Up above the clouds where the rain don't fall on a poor man's dream
Well he drank his way to L.A. and that's where he died
And no one 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
And half way through the service
Blue Wing began to talk
He said It's dark in here
Can't see the sky
But I look at this blue wing and I close my eyes
And I fly away beyond these walls
Up above the clouds where the rain don't fall on a poor man's dream
Hey hey
On a poor man's dream
Hey hey
On a poor man's dream

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