Song | Tangled Up In Blue |
Artist | Ben Sidran |
Album | Dylan Different |
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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 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 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 |
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 cafe s 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 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 |
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 café s 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 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 |