Tangled up in Blue chords

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_ _ _ _ _ Early one Fm morning the sun was Gm shining, she was lying F in G bed.
Wondering if F she'd C changed at all if her hair wasn't still red.
G The folks they F said their lives G together sure was F gonna be rough.
G They never F did like mama's homemade dress, C papa's bank book wasn't big enough.
G He was standing on the side of the road, rain falling C on his Bm shoes.
Heading Em out for the East G Coast, Lord knows he C paid some dues.
D _ Getting through, _ F C tangled up G in blue.
C She G _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ C _ G _ was F married when they G first met, soon to be F divorced.
Gm He helped F her out of a jam, C I guess the buddy used a little too much G force.
And he drove that F car as far G as he could, abandoned it F down west.
G Splitting up on F the docks G that night, C both agree on it was best.
D She turned G around to look at him as he D was walking C away.
Bm Saying over Em her shoulder, we'll D meet again C someday on D the avenue.
_ F G Tangled up in blue.
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_ He had a F job in Santa Gm Fe, working in an F old hotel.
G But he never did F like it all that C much, one day he just went to hell.
G So he drifted F down to New G Orleans, lucky not to F be destroyed.
Gm Well he got him a F job on a fishing boat C docked outside Delacroix.
D But all the Em while he G was alone, the past was C close behind.
D He'd seen Em a lot of women, G but she never C escaped his mind.
D And he just grew, _ F G tangled up in blue.
C She G _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ was F working in a topless G place, and I stopped in F for a beer.
Gm I just kept F looking at the side of her face, and the C spot light so clear.
G And later F on when the count came G down, I was just about to F do the same.
Gm She was standing F there right beside my chair, said, C don't tell me, let me guess your name.
D I muttered Em something underneath my breath, G she studied the C lines on my face.
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Must admit, Em felt a G little uneasy when she D bent down to C tie the laces D of my shoes.
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lived with him F on Montague Street G in a basement F down the stairs.
G There was F music in the cafes C at night and revolution in the air.
G Well he F started in to dealing with G slaves, and something inside of him F died.
G She had F to sell everything C she owned and froze up inside.
D And when G it all came crashing down, D I became C withdrawn.
D The only Em thing I knew how to do D was keep on keeping C on.
D Like a bird that flew, _ G tangled up in blue.
C So G _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ now I'm F going on back G again, I got to get to F them somehow.
G All the F faces we used to C know, they're an illusion to me now.
G Some are F _ G mathematicians, some are truck F drivers' G wives.
Don't know how F it all got started, C I don't know what they're doing with their lives.
D But G me, I'm still on the road, heading for C another joint.
D We G always did feel the same, we just saw it from a C different point D of view.
_ _ G Tangled up in blue.
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