Tangled Up In Blue
Words & Music:
Bob Dylan
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Early one morning the sun was
shinin'. I was layin' in bed.
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Wondering if she'd changed at
all, if her hair was still red.
Her folks, they said that our
lives together sure was gonna be rough.
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They never did like mama's
home-made dress, papa's bank book wasn't big enough.
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And I was standing on the side
of the road, rain falling on my shoes.
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Heading out for the old east
coast, Lord knows I've paid some dues
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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 sad dark night,
both agreeing it was best.
She turned around to look at
me as I was walking away.
I heard her say over her
shoulder, "We'll meet again some day
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 axe just fell.
So I drifted down to New
Orleans where I was lucky just to be employed.
Workin' 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 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 saying, "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.
Pourin' 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 cafˇs
at night and revolution in the air.
Then he started dealing in
slaves and something inside of him died.
She had to sell everything she
owned and froze up inside.
And when the bottom finally
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 on back
again. I got to get to her some
how.
All the people we used to know
they're an illusion to me now.
Some are mathematicians. Some are carpenters 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, headin' for another joint.
We always did feel the
same. We just saw it from a
different point
Of view. Tangled up in blue.