Biografia:
Dave Alvin (born November 11, 1955, in Downey, California), is an American guitarist, singer and songwriter. He has been one of the leading proponents of 'roots' or 'American' music, bringing together elements of rock-and-roll, blues, rural and tejano music.
Alvin and his older brother Phil Alvin grew up loving Americana, country and blues. In 1979 they formed The Blasters with friends Bill Bateman and John Bazz.
Shortly after leaving the Blasters, Alvin joined X as lead guitarist after the departure of Billy Zoom.
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BLUE WING
Written by Tom Russell
(as heard on the album, "KING OF CALIFORNIA" by Dave Alvin)
Tabbed by Brad Mahugh
[Verse 1]
D
He had a blue wing tattooed on his shoulder
D Em
Well, it might have been a bluebird, I don't know
Em
but he'd get stone drunk and talk about Alaska
A D
and the salmon boats and 45 below
D
well he got that blue wing in jail at Walla Walla
D Em
and his cellmate there was Little Willie John
Em
Willie, he was once a great blues singer
A D
so Wing & Willie wrote 'em up a song
[Chorus]
N.C. D G
said, it's dark in here, can't see the sky
D A
but I look at this blue wing and I close my eyes
D G
and I fly away, beyond these walls
D A
up above the clouds, where the rain don't fall
D G A
on a poor man's dreams
[Verse 2]
D
well they paroled blue wing in August of 1963
D Em
and he moved north picking apples to the town of Wenatchee
Em
winter finally caught him in a rundown trailer park
A D
on the south side of Seattle where the days grow grey and dark
D
and he drank and he dreamt a vision of when the salmon still ran free
D Em
and his father's fathers crossed that wide old Bering sea
Em
and the land belonged to everyone, and there were old songs yet to sing
A D
now, it's narrowed broken down to a cheap hotel and a tattooed prison wing
[Chorus]
N.C. D G
said, it's dark in here, can't see the sky
D A
but I look at this blue wing and I close my eyes
D G
and I fly away, beyond these walls
D A
up above the clouds, where the rain don't fall
D G A
on a poor man's dreams
[Verse 3]
D
well he drank his way to LA and that's where he died
D Em
and no one knew his Christian name, and there was no one there to cry
Em
but I dreamt that there was a service, a preacher and an old pine box
A D
and halfway through the service, blue wing began to talk
[Chorus]
N.C. D G
he said, it's dark in here, can't see the sky
D A
but I look at this blue wing and I close my eyes
D G
and I fly away, beyond these walls
D A
up above the clouds, where the rain don't fall
D G A
on a poor man's dreams
Written by Tom Russell
(as heard on the album, "KING OF CALIFORNIA" by Dave Alvin)
Tabbed by Brad Mahugh
[Verse 1]
D
He had a blue wing tattooed on his shoulder
D Em
Well, it might have been a bluebird, I don't know
Em
but he'd get stone drunk and talk about Alaska
A D
and the salmon boats and 45 below
D
well he got that blue wing in jail at Walla Walla
D Em
and his cellmate there was Little Willie John
Em
Willie, he was once a great blues singer
A D
so Wing & Willie wrote 'em up a song
[Chorus]
N.C. D G
said, it's dark in here, can't see the sky
D A
but I look at this blue wing and I close my eyes
D G
and I fly away, beyond these walls
D A
up above the clouds, where the rain don't fall
D G A
on a poor man's dreams
[Verse 2]
D
well they paroled blue wing in August of 1963
D Em
and he moved north picking apples to the town of Wenatchee
Em
winter finally caught him in a rundown trailer park
A D
on the south side of Seattle where the days grow grey and dark
D
and he drank and he dreamt a vision of when the salmon still ran free
D Em
and his father's fathers crossed that wide old Bering sea
Em
and the land belonged to everyone, and there were old songs yet to sing
A D
now, it's narrowed broken down to a cheap hotel and a tattooed prison wing
[Chorus]
N.C. D G
said, it's dark in here, can't see the sky
D A
but I look at this blue wing and I close my eyes
D G
and I fly away, beyond these walls
D A
up above the clouds, where the rain don't fall
D G A
on a poor man's dreams
[Verse 3]
D
well he drank his way to LA and that's where he died
D Em
and no one knew his Christian name, and there was no one there to cry
Em
but I dreamt that there was a service, a preacher and an old pine box
A D
and halfway through the service, blue wing began to talk
[Chorus]
N.C. D G
he said, it's dark in here, can't see the sky
D A
but I look at this blue wing and I close my eyes
D G
and I fly away, beyond these walls
D A
up above the clouds, where the rain don't fall
D G A
on a poor man's dreams
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