Early one mornin' the sun was shinin'.
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I was laying in bed
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Wond'rin' if she'd changed it all;
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If her hair was still red.
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Her folks, they said, our lives together
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Sure was gonna be rough.
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They never did like Mama's homemade dress.
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Papa's bankbook wasn't big enough
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And I was standin' on the side of the road,
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Rain fallin' on my shoes,
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Heading out for the east coast.
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Lord knows I've paid some dues gettin' through,
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Tangled up in blue.
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She was married when we first meet.
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Soon to be divorced.
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I helped her out of a jam, I guess,
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But I used a little too much force.
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We drove that car as far as we could;
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Abandoned it out west.
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Split it up on a dark sad night;
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Both agreein' it was best.
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She turned around to look at me
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As I was walkin' away.
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I heard her say over my shoulder
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"We'll meet again someday on the avenue."
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Tangled up in blue.
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I had a job in the great north woods
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Workin' as a cook for a spell,
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But I never did like it all that much
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And one day the axe just fell.
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So I drifted down to New Orleans
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Where I was lucky to be employed
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Workin' for a while on a fishin' boat
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Right outside of Delacroix,
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But all the while I was alone.
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The past was close behind.
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I seen a lot of women,
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But she never escaped my mind and I just grew
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Tangled up in blue.
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She was workin' in a topless place
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And I stopped in for a beer.
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I just kept lookin' at the side of her face
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In the spotlight so clear
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And later on as the crowd thinned out
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I's just about to do the same,
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She was standin' there in back of my chair.
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Said to me, "Don't I know your name?"
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I muttered somethin' underneath my breath.
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She studied the lines on my face.
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I must admit I felt a little uneasy
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When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe.
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Tangled up in blue.
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She lit a burner on the stove
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And offered me a pipe.
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"I thought you'd never say hello," she said,
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"You look like the silent type."
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Then she opened up a book of poems
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And handed it to me.
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Written by an Italian poet
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From the thirteenth century
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And every one of them words rang true
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And glowed like burnin' coal
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Pourin' off of every page
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Like it was written in my soul from me to you
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Tangled up in blue.
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I lived with them on Montague Street
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In a basement down the stairs.
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There was music in the cafes at night
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And revolution in the air.
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Then he started into dealin' with slaves
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And somethin' inside of him died.
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She had to sell everything she owned
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And froze up inside
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And when finally the bottom fell out,
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I became withdrawn.
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The only thing I knew how to do
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Was to keep on keepin' on like a bird that flew
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Tangled up in blue.
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So now I'm goin' back again.
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I got to get her somehow.
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All the people we used to know;
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They're an illusion to me now.
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Some are mathematicians.
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Some are carpenter's wives.
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Don't know how it all got started.
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I don't what they're doin' with their lives,
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But me, I'm still on the road
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Headin' for another joint.
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We always did feel the same.
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We just saw it from a different point of view.
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Tangled up in blue.
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Tangled Up In Blue
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| Jerry Garcia |
