Bob Dylan — Tangled up in Blue

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Early one morning the sun was shining

I was laying in bed

Wondering if she’d changed at all

If her hair was still red

Her folks they said our lives together

Sure was going to be rough

They never did like

Mama’s homemade dress

Papa’s bankbook wasn’t big enough

And I was standing on the side of the road

Rain falling on my shoes

Heading out for the East Coast Lord knows I’ve paid some dues

Getting through Tangled up in blue

She was married when we first met

Soon to be divorced

I helped her out of a jam, I guess

But I used a little too much force

We drove that car as far as we could

Abandoned it out West Split up on a dark sad night

Both agreeing it was best

She turned around to look at me

As I was walking away

I heard her say over my shoulder

«We’ll meet again someday On the avenue»

Tangled up in blue I had a job in the great north woods

Working as a cook for a spell

But I never did like it all that much

And one day the ax just fell

So I drifted down to New Orleans

Where I lucky was to be employed

Working for a while on a fishing boat

Right outside of Delacroix

But all the while I was alone

The past was close behind

I seen a lot of women

But she never escaped my mind

And I just grew Tangled up in blue

She was working in a topless place

And I stopped in for a beer

I just kept looking at the side of her face

In the spotlight, so clear

And later on, when the crowd thinned out

I was just about to do the same

She was standing there, in back of my chair

Said to me «Tell me, don’t I know your name?»

I muttered something underneath my breath

She studied the lines on my face

I must admit, I felt a little uneasy

When she bent down to tie the laces

Of my shoe Tangled up in blue

She lit a burner on the stove

And offered me a pipe «I thought you’d never say hello»

she said «You look like the silent type»

Then she opened up a book of poems

And handed it to me Written by an Italian poet

From the thirteenth century

And every one of them words rang true

And glowed like burning coal Pouring off of every page

Like it was written in my soul From me to you

Tangled up in blue

I lived with them on Montague Street

In a basement down the stairs

There was music in the cafes at night

And revolution in the air

Then he started into dealing with slaves

And something inside of him died

She had to sell everything she owned

And froze up inside

And when it finally, the bottom fell out

I became withdrawn

The only thing I knew how to do

Was to keep on keeping on Like a bird that flew

Tangled up in blue

So now I’m going back again I got to get to her somehow

All the people we used to know

They’re an illusion to me now

Some are mathematicians

Some are carpenter’s wives

Don’t know how it all got started

I don’t know what they’re doing with their lives

But me, I’m still on the road

A-heading for another joint

We always did feel the same

We just saw it from a different point Of view

Tangled up in blue