Tangled Up In Blue Lyrics - Whitlams

Early one mornin' the sun was shinin' 

I was layin' in bed 

Wonderin' if she had changed at all 

If her hair was still red 

And her folks had said our lives together 

It sure was gonna be rough 

They never did like Mama's homemade dress 

Papa's bankbook wasn't big enough 

And she was standin' on the side of the road 

As rain's fallin' on my shoes 

I'm heading out for the old 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 

So 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 

Then she turned around and looked at me 

As I was walkin' away 

I heard her say over my shoulder 

"We're gonna meet again someday on a avenue 

We got tangled up in blue 

So 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 was looking out 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 me 

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 

Then later on as the crowd thinned out 

I was just about to do the same 

She was standing there at the back of the chair 

Singin', "Tell me, don't I know your name?" 

I muttered somethin' underneath the breath 

She studied the lines on my face 

I must admit I felt a little uneasy 

When she bent to tie the lace of my shoe 

We got tangled up in blue 

So 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 

Handed it to me 

Written by an Italian poet 

In the thirteenth century 

And every one of those words rang true 

Glowed like burnin' coal 

Pourin' off of every page 

Like it's 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 

Something inside of him died 

She had to sell everything they owned 

And froze up inside 

And when finally as 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 

We got tangled up in blue 

Now I'm goin' back again 

Got to get to her somehow 

All the people that we used to know 

They're illusion to me now 

Some are mathematicians 

Some are carpenter's wives 

We don't know how this got started 

Don't know what we do with our lives 

Me, I'm still on the road 

Headin' for another joint 

We didn't always see the same 

And we start it from a different point of view 

Tangled up in blue