early one morning the sun was shining
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i was laying in bed
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wondering if she'd changed at 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 bank book wasn't big enough
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me i'm standing on the side of the road
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rain falling on my shoes
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i'm heading out to the east coast
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lord knows i've paid some dues
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getting through
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tangled up in blue
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she was married when we first met
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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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and we drove that car as far as we could
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abandoned it out west
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we split up on a sad dark night
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both agreeing it was best
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she turned around and looked at me
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as i was walking away
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then i heard her say over my shoulder
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we'll meet again someday
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on the avenue
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tangled up in blue
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i was living in the great north woods
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working as a cook for a spell
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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 happened to be employed
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yeah i was working for a while on a fishing boat
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right outside of de la croix
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and all the while i was alone
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the past was close behind
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i'd seen a lot of women
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but she never escaped my mind
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and I just grew
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tangled up in blue
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she was working at a topless bar
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and i stopped in for a beer
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i just kept looking at the side of her face
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in the spotlight so clear
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now later on as the crowd thinned out
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and i was just about to do the same
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yeah but she was standing there at the back of my chair
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she said don't i know your name
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well i muttered something 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
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of my shoes
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we were tangled up in blue
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i know i know i know
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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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and 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 13th century
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every one of his words rang true
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and glowed like burning coal
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pouring off every page
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like it was written in my soul
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from me to you
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tangled up in blue
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yeah yeah
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i lived with them on montague street
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in a basement down the stairs yeah
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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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that's when he started into dealing with slaves yeah
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something inside of her died just died
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and she had to sell everything she owned
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and she froze up inside
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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
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like a bird that flew
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tangled up in blue
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oh yeah
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now i'm headed back again
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i gotta get to her somehow
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and 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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i don't know how they all got started
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i don't know what they're doing with their lives
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but me i'm still on the road
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headed 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
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of view
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tangled up in blue
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i know i know i know
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yeah yeah oh yeah
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words and music bob dylan
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copyright 1974 ram's horn music
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Tangled Up In Blue
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| Indigo Girls |
