Ea rly one morning, the sun w as shining
I was laying in bed
Wo ndering if she'd chan ged it all
If h er hair was still red
He r folks, they said our lives together
Su re was gonna be rough
They n ever did like mama's home made dress
Papa's b ankbook wasn't big enough
And I was standing on the side of the road
Ra in falling on my sh oes
Heading out for the east coast
Lord k nows I've paid some du es getting through
Ta ngled u p in bl ue
Sh e was married when we fi rst met
S oon to be divorced
I helped her out of a jam, I guess
But I u sed a little too much force
We dr ove that car as far as we could
Ab andoned it out west
S plit up on a dark, sad night
Both agr eeing it was best
She turned around to look at me
As I was walking awa y
I heard her say over my shoulder
'We'll me et again someda y on the avenue'
Ta ngled u p in blue
I had a job in the great north woods
Wo rking as a cook for a spell
But I n ever did like it all that much
And one day the axe just fell
So I dr ifted down to New Orleans
Where I's l ucky for to be employed
Wo rking for a while on a fish ing boat
Right o utside of Delacroix
But all the while I was alone
The pa st was close behi nd
I seen a lot of women
But she n ever escaped my mi nd and I just grew
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Sh e was working in a topl ess place
And I stopped in for a beer
I j ust kept looking at the sigh t of her face
In the spotlight so clear
And l ater on when the crowd thinned out
I's j ust about to do the same
She was st anding there in back of my chair
Said, 'T ell me, don't I know your name?'
I muttered something underneath my breath
She st udied the lines on my fa ce
I must admit I felt a little uneasy
When she b ent down to tie the la ces of my shoe
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Sh e lit a burner on th e stove and o ffered me a pipe
'I t hought you'd never say hello, ' she said
'You look like the silent type'
Then she o pened up a book of poems
And h anded it to me
Wr itten by an Italian poet
From the thirteenth century
And every one of them words rang true
And gl owed like burning co al
Pouring off of every page
Like it w as written in my so ul from me to you
Ta ngled u p in blue
I l ived with them on Montague Street
In a b asement down the stairs
There was m usic in the cafes at night
And revolution in the air
Then h e started into deali ng with slaves
And s omething inside of him died
Sh e had to sell everything she owned
And froze up inside
And when finally the bottom fell out
I became withdr awn
The only thing I knew how to do
Was to k eep on keeping on like a bird that flew
Ta ngled u p in blue
So n ow I'm going back again
I got to g et her somehow
Al l the people we used to know
They're an illusion to me now
So me are mathematicians
So me are carpenter's wives
Don't k now how it all got started
I don't w hat they do with their lives
But me, I'm still on the road
He ading for another jo int
We always did feel the same
We just s aw it from a different p oint of view
Ta ngled u p in blue
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