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A Early one morning the G/A sun was shining, A I was laying in G/A bed
A Wondering if she’d G/A changed at all, If her D hair was still red
A Her folks, they said our G/A lives together, A Sure was gonna be G/A rough
They A never did like mama’s G/A homemade dress
Papa’s D bank book wasn’t big enough

And E I was standing on the F#m side of the road
A rain falling on my D shoes
E Heading out for the F#m East coast
Lord A knows I’ve paid some D dues getting E through
G Tangled D up in A blue

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A She was married when we G/A first met, A soon to be di-G/A vorced
A I helped her out of a G/A jam, I guess but I D used a little too much force
We A drove that car as G/A far as we could, a-A bandoned it out G/A West
A Split up on a G/A dark sad night, both a-D greeing it was best

E She turned around to F#m look at me as A I was walking a-D way
I E heard her say over F#m my shoulder
We’ll A meet again some-D day on the E avenue
G Tangled D up in A blue

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A I had a job in the G/A great north woods, A working as a cook for a G/A spell
But I A never did like it G/A all that much and one D day the axe just fell
So I A drifted down to G/A New Orleans
Where I A happened to be em-G/A ployed
A Working for a while on a G/A fishing boat right D outside of Delacroix

E But all the while I F#m was alone the A past was close be-D hind
I E seen a lot of F#m women
But she A never escaped my D mind, and I just E grew
G Tangled D up in A blue

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A She was working in a G/A topless place and A I stopped in for a G/A beer
I A just kept looking at the G/A side of her face in the D spotlight so clear
A Later on when the G/A crowd thinned out
I was A just about to do the G/A same
She was A standing there in G/A back of my chair
Said D to me, don’t I know your name?

E I muttered something under-F#m neath my breath
She A studied the lines on my D face
I E must admit I felt a F#m little uneasy
When she A bent down to tie the D laces of my E shoe
G Tangled D up in A blue

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A She lit a burner G/A on the stove and A offered me a G/A pipe
I A thought you’d never say hel-G/A lo, she said
You D look D like the silent type
And then she A opened up a G/A book of poems and A handed it to G/A me
A Written by an I-G/A talian poet from the D thirteenth century

And E every one of them F#m words rang true
And A glowed like burning D coals
E Pouring off of F#m every page
Like it was A written in my D soul from me to E you
G Tangled D up in A blue

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I A lived with them on G/A Montague street n a A basement down the G/A stairs
There was A music in the ca-G/A fés at night and revo-D lution in the air
And A he started into G/A dealing with slaves
And A something inside of him G/A died
A She had to sell every-G/A thing she owned and D froze up inside

E And when finally the F#m bottom fell out A I became with-D drawn
The E only thing I knew F#m how to do
Was to A keep on keepin’ D on like a bird that E flew
G/A Tangled D up in A blue

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So A now I’m going back a-G/A gain, I got to A get to her some-G/A how
A All the people we G/A used to know they’re an D illusion to me now
Some A are mathema-G/A ticians, A some are carpenter’s G/A wives
Don’t A know how it all got G/A started
I don’t know D what they’re doing with their lives

But E me, I’m still F#m on the road, A heading for another D joint
E We always did F#m feel the same
We just A saw it from a different D point of E view
G Tangled D up in A blue

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Outro A G/A x 3 D x 2
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