Lyrics Tangled Up In Blue - The Whitlams
Early
one
mornin'
the
sun
was
shinin'
I
was
layin'
in
bed
Wonderin'
if
she
had
changed
at
all
If
her
hair
was
still
red
And
her
folks
had
said
our
lives
together
It
sure
was
gonna
be
rough
They
never
did
like
Mama's
homemade
dress
Papa's
bankbook
wasn't
big
enough
And
she
was
standin'
on
the
side
of
the
road
As
rain's
fallin'
on
my
shoes
I'm
heading
out
for
the
old
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
So
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
Then
she
turned
around
and
looked
at
me
As
I
was
walkin'
away
I
heard
her
say
over
my
shoulder
"We're
gonna
meet
again
someday
on
a
avenue?
We
got
tangled
up
in
blue
So
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
was
looking
out
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
me
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
Then
later
on
as
the
crowd
thinned
out
I
was
just
about
to
do
the
same
She
was
standing
there
at
the
back
of
the
chair
Singin',
"Tell
me,
don't
I
know
your
name?"
I
muttered
somethin'
underneath
the
breath
She
studied
the
lines
on
my
face
I
must
admit
I
felt
a
little
uneasy
When
she
bent
to
tie
the
lace
of
my
shoe
We
got
tangled
up
in
blue
So
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
Handed
it
to
me
Written
by
an
Italian
poet
In
the
thirteenth
century
And
every
one
of
those
words
rang
true
Glowed
like
burnin'
coal
Pourin'
off
of
every
page
Like
it's
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
Something
inside
of
him
died
She
had
to
sell
everything
they
owned
And
froze
up
inside
And
when
finally
as
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withdrawn,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
We
got
tangled
up
in
blue
Now
I'm
goin'
back
again
Got
to
get
to
her
somehow
All
the
people
that
we
used
to
know
They're
illusion
to
me
now
Some
are
mathematicians
Some
are
carpenter's
wives
We
don't
know
how
this
got
started
Don't
know
what
we
do
with
our
lives
Me,
I'm
still
on
the
road
Headin'
for
another
joint
We
didn't
always
see
the
same
And
we
start
it
from
a
different
point
of
view
Tangled
up
in
blue
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