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Lyrics for Tangled Up in Blue by Bob Dylan:
| | | Artist: | Bob Dylan |
| | Album: | Blood on the Tracks | | Track: | Tangled Up in Blue | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 158 | | | | Lyrics: | by Bob Dylan
Early one mornin' the sun was shinin',
I was layin' in
bed
Wond'rin' if she'd changed at 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 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 someday 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 ax just
fell.
So I drifted down to New Orleans
Where I happened 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' 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 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 cafes 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 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 carpenter's 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,
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