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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
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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.
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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
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_ _ _ _ _ _ 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.
D.
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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Fm C Tangled
G up in blue _ .
C I _
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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
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_ _ 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.
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G Tangled up in blue.
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