Tangled Up In Blue Lyrics - Blood On The Tracks - Bob Dylan

Early one morning, the sun was shining 

I was laying in bed 

Wondering if she'd changed it all 

If her hair was still red 

Her folks, they said our lives together 

Sure was gonna 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 

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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 

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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's lucky for 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 sight of her face 

In the spotlight so clear 

And later on when the crowd thinned out 

I's just about to do the same 

She was standing there in back of my chair 

Said, "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 Montagüe Street 

In a basement down the stairs 

There was music in the cafés 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 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 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 what they do with their lives 

But me, I'm still on the road 

Heading for another joint 

We always did feel the same 

We just saw it from a different point of view 

Tangled up in blue