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Tangled Up In Blue (Talkin' Bob Dylan's Blues) (Live At The Barbican For BBC4 2005) - KT Tunstall
Composer：Bob Dylan
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

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

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

Tangled up in blue

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

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

And later on as the crowd thinned out
I'm just about to do the same

Came of behind in the 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

Tangled up in blue

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

And every one of them words rang true
And glowed like burnin' coal

Pourin' off of every page
Like it was written in my soul from me to you

Tangled up in blue

Yeah ohhh

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
But he don't into dealing with slaves
And something inside of him died

She had to sell everything she owned
And froze up inside

And when when 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

Tangled up in blue

So now I'm goin' back again
I got to get to her somehow

All the people we used to got
They're an illusion to me now

Some are mathematicians

Some are carpenter's 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

Tangled up in blue
Yeah oh

Yeah

Nanana

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