DESCRIPTION:
(c)1974 Words & Music by Bob Dylan
Track 1 on album "Blood On The Tracks"
Arr. stagwolf
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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, TUIB
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 someday on the avenue", TUIB
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 ax 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, TUIB
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, TUIB
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
Every one of them words rang true & glowed like burnin' coal, pourin' off of every page like it was written in my soul from me to you, TUIB
I lived with them on Montague Street in a basement down the stairs, there was music in the cafés 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
When finally the bottom fell out I became withdrawn the only thing I knew how to do was to keep on keepin' on like a bird that flew, TUIB
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 carpenters' 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, TUIB
[Harp to fade
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Played in the key of G, Original key=A
Copyright © 1974 by Ram's Horn Music;
Renewed 2002 by Ram's Horn Music
http://www.bobdylan.com/us/songs/tangled-blue
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