Song | Tangled In Blue |
Artist | Bob Dylan |
Album | The Collection |
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 | |
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 | |
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 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 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 |
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 | |
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 | |
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 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 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 |