Tangled Up In Blue
Bob Dylan
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AEarly one mornin' the G6sun was shinin',
AI was layin' in G6bed
AWond'rin' if she'd G6changed at all
If her Dhair was still red.
AHer folks they said our G6lives together
ASure was gonna be G6rough
AThey never did like Mama's G6homemade dress
Papa's Dbankbook wasn't big enough.
EAnd I was standin' on the F#mside of the road
ARain fallin' on my Dshoes
EHeading out for the F#mEast Coast
Lord Aknows I've paid some Ddues gettin' Ethrough,
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AShe was married when G6we first met
ASoon to be divorcedG6
AI helped her out of a G6jam, I guess,
But I Dused a little too much force.
AWe drove that car as G6far as we could
AAbandoned it out WestG6
ASplit up on a dark sad G6night
Both agrDeeing it was best.
EShe turned around to F#mlook at me
AAs I was walkin' Daway
EI heard her say F#mover my shoulder,
"We'All meet again someday Don the avenueE,"
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AI had a job in the greG6at north woods
AWorking as a cook for G6a spell
ABut I never did like G6it all that much
And Done day the ax just fell.
ASo I drifted down to G6New Orleans
AWhere I happened to be G6employed
AWorkin' for a while on G6a fishin' boat
Right Doutside of Delacroix.
EBut all the while I was aloneF#m
AThe past was close Dbehind,
EI seen a lot of womenF#m
But Ashe never escaped my Dmind, and I Ejust grew
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AShe was workin' in a G6topless place
AAnd I stopped in for a G6beer,
AI just kept lookin' at G6the side of her face
In the Dspotlight so clear.
AAnd later on as the G6crowd thinned out
AI's just about to do G6the same,
AShe was standing there G6in back of my chair
Said Dto me, "Don't I know your name?"
EI muttered somethin' F#munderneath my breath,
AShe studied the linDes on my face.
EI must admit I felt a little F#muneasy
When Ashe bent down to tie Dthe laces of Emy shoe,
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AShe lit a burner G6on the stove
and Aoffered me a G6pipe
A"I thought you'd never G6say hello," she said
"You Dlook like the silent type."
AThen she opened up a book G6of poems
AAnd handed it to meG6
AWritten by an Italian G6poet
From Dthe thirteenth century.
EAnd every one of them F#mwords rang true
AAnd glowed like burDnin' coal
EPourin' off of every pageF#m
Like Ait was written in my Dsoul from me Eto you,
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AI lived with them on G6Montague Street
AIn a basement down the G6stairs,
AThere was music in the G6cafes at night
And Drevolution in the air.
AThen he started into G6dealing with slaves
AAnd something inside G6of him died.
AShe had to sell everytG6hing she owned
And Dfroze up inside.
EAnd when finally the F#mbottom fell out
AI became withdrawn,D
EThe only thing I knew how to doF#m
Was Ato keep on keepin' on Dlike a bird Ethat flew,
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ASo now I'm goin' back G6again,
AI got to get to her G6somehow.
AAll the people we used G6to know
They'Dre an illusion to me now.
ASome are mathematicianG6s
ASome are carpenter's G6wives.
ADon't know how it all G6got started,
I don'Dt know what they're doin' with their lives.
EBut me, I'm still F#mon the road
AHeadin' for another Djoint
EWe always did F#mfeel the same,
We Ajust saw it from a diffDerent point Eof view,
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