Blue Tangle

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Tangled up in Blue.

Early one mornin’ the sun was shinin’ as I was layin’ in bed

Wondering if she’d changed at all if her hair was still red

Her folks they said our lives together was sure was gonna be rough

They never did like Mama’s homemade dress, Papa’s bank book wasn’t big enough

And I was standin’ on the side of the road, rain fallin’ on my shoes

Heading out for the east coast, Lord knows I’ve paid some dues

gettin’ 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 walkin’ away

I heard her say over my 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 looking for to be employed

Workin’ for a while on a fishin’ 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 workin’ in a topless place and I stopped in for a beer

I just kept lookin’ at the side of her face in the spotlight so clear

And later on as the crowd thinned out I’s just about to do the same

She was standing there in back of my chair, said to me, Don’t I know your name?

I muttered somethin’ under 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 everyone of them words rang true and glowed like burnin’ 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 cafés at night snd revolution in the air

Then he started into dealing with slaves snd something inside of him died

She had to sell everything she owned and froze up inside

And when finally the bottom fell out I became withdrawn

The only thing I knew how to do was to keep on keepin’ on

Like a bird that flew

Tangled up in blue

So now I’m goin’ 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 carpenters’ wives

Don’t know how it all got started, I don’t know what they’re doin’ 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

Bob Dylan 1975

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