Bob Dylan - Tangled Up In Blue Lyrics
Early one mornin the sun was shinin,I was layin in bedWondrin if shed changed at allIf her hair was still red.Her folks they said our lives togetherSure was gonna be roughThey never did like mamas homemade dressPapas bankbook wasnt big enough.And I was standin on the side of the roadRain fallin on my shoesHeading out for the east coastLord knows Ive paid some dues gettin through,Tangled up in blue.She was married when we first metSoon to be divorcedI helped her out of a jam, I guess,But I used a little too much force.We drove that car as far as we couldAbandoned it out westSplit up on a dark sad nightBoth agreeing it was best.She turned around to look at meAs I was walkin awayI heard her say over my shoulder,Well meet again someday on the avenue,Tangled up in blue.I had a job in the great north woodsWorking as a cook for a spellBut I never did like it all that muchAnd one day the ax just fell.So I drifted down to new orleansWhere I happened to be employedWorkin for a while on a fishin boatRight outside of delacroix.But all the while I was aloneThe past was close behind,I seen a lot of womenBut she never escaped my mind, and I just grewTangled up in blue.She was workin in a topless placeAnd I stopped in for a beer,I just kept lookin at the side of her faceIn the spotlight so clear.And later on as the crowd thinned outIs just about to do the same,She was standing there in back of my chairSaid to me, dont I know your name?I muttered somethin underneath my breath,She studied the lines on my face.I must admit I felt a little uneasyWhen 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 pipeI thought youd never say hello, she saidYou look like the silent type.Then she opened up a book of poemsAnd handed it to meWritten by an italian poetFrom the thirteenth century.And every one of them words rang trueAnd glowed like burnin coalPourin off of every pageLike it was written in my soul from me to you,Tangled up in blue.I lived with them on montague streetIn a basement down the stairs,There was music in the cafes at nightAnd revolution in the air.Then he started into dealing with slavesAnd something inside of him died.She had to sell everything she ownedAnd froze up inside.And when finally the bottom fell outI became withdrawn,The only thing I knew how to doWas to keep on keepin on like a bird that flew,Tangled up in blue.So now Im goin back again,I got to get to her somehow.All the people we used to knowTheyre an illusion to me now.Some are mathematiciansSome are carpenters wives.Dont know how it all got started,I dont know what theyre doin with their lives.But me, Im still on the roadHeadin for another jointWe always did feel the same,We just saw it from a different point of view,Tangled up in blue.
