Tangled Up In Blue. Bob Dylan.

Seq - Ron Tilden. Kar - Bunty Pritchard Jones. Jul 2005.

Tangled Up In Blue
Words and Music by: Bob Dylan
Performed by: Bob Dylan (1974)
Sequenced by: Ron Tilden

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 some day

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 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 cafes 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 carpenter's 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.

[Instrumental]

Tangled Up In Blue
Soft karaoke
Words
Melody
Vocals
Harmony
Rock Organ
Guitar
Guitar (Clean)
Guitar (Steel)
Guitar (Nylon)
Brass
Electric Bass
Bass
Drums
Drums 2