| A | Asus4 | A | Asus4 |
| A | G | |
| Early one morning the | sun was shinin' |
| A | G | |
| I was layin' in | bed. |
| A | G | |
| Wondering if she'd | changed at all |
| D | |
| If her | hair was still red. |
| A | G | |
| Her folks said our | lives together, |
| A | G | |
| Sure was gonna be | rough. |
| A | G | |
| They | never did like Mama's | home-made dress, |
| D | |
| Papa's | bank book wasn't big enough. |
| E | F#m | |
| And | I was standing on the | side of the road, |
| A | D | |
| Rain falling on my | shoes. |
| E | F#m | |
| Heading out for the | east coast, |
| A | D | |
| Lord | knows I've paid some | dues, |
| E | |
| Getting | through, |
| G | D | A | Asus4 | A | Asus4 | |
| Tangled | up in | blue. |
| A | G | |
| She was married when | we first met |
| A | G | |
| Soon to be di- | vorced |
| A | G | |
| I | helped her out of a | jam I guess |
| D | |
| But I | used a little too much force |
| A | G | |
| We | drove that car as | far as we could |
| A | G | |
| A- | bandoned it out | west |
| A | G | |
| Split up on a | dark sad night |
| D | |
| Both a- | greeing it was best |
| E | F#m | |
| She turned around to | look at me |
| A | D | |
| As | I was walking a- | way |
| E | F#m | |
| I | heard her say over | my shoulder |
| A | D | |
| We'll | meet again some | day |
| E | |
| On the ave- | nue |
| G | D | A | Asus4 | A | Asus4 | |
| Tangled | up in | blue. |
| A | G | |
| I had a job in the | great north woods |
| A | G | |
| Working as a cook for a | spell |
| A | G | |
| But I | never did like it | all that much |
| D | |
| And one | day the axe just fell |
| A | G | |
| So I | drifted down to | New Orleans |
| A | G | |
| Where I was | lucky to be em- | ployed |
| A | G | |
| Workin' for a while on a | fishing boat |
| D | |
| Right | outside of Delacroix |
| E | F#m | |
| But | all the while I | was alone |
| A | D | |
| The | past was close be- | hind |
| E | F#m | |
| I | seen alot of | women |
| A | D | |
| But she | never escaped my | mind |
| E | |
| Love just | grew |
| G | D | A | Asus4 | A | Asus4 | |
| Tangled | up in | blue. |
| A | G | |
| She was working in | topless place |
| A | G | |
| And | I stopped in for a | beer |
| A | G | |
| I | just kept looking at the | side of her face |
| D | |
| In the | spotlight so clear |
| A | G | |
| And | later on when the | crowd thinned out |
| A | G | |
| I was | just about to do the | same |
| A | G | |
| She was | standing there in | back of my chair |
| D | |
| Sayin' | "Tell me, don't I know your name?" |
| E | F#m | |
| I muttered something under- | neath my breath |
| A | D | |
| She | studied the lines on my | face |
| E | F#m | |
| I must admit I felt a | little uneasy |
| A | D | |
| When | she bent down to tie the | laces |
| E | |
| Of my | shoe |
| G | D | A | Asus4 | A | Asus4 | |
| Tangled | up in | blue. |
| A | G | |
| She lit a burner | on the stove |
| A | G | |
| And | offered me a | pipe |
| A | G | |
| I | thought you'd never say hel- | lo she said |
| D | |
| You | look like the silent type |
| A | G | |
| Then she | opened up a | book of poems |
| A | G | |
| And | handed it to | me |
| A | G | |
| Written by an I- | talian poet |
| D | |
| From the | thirteenth century |
| E | F#m | |
| And | every one of them | words rang true |
| A | D | |
| And | glowed like burning | coal |
| E | F#m | |
| Pourin' off of | every page |
| A | D | |
| Like it was | written in my | soul |
| E | |
| From me to | you |
| G | D | A | Asus4 | A | Asus4 | |
| Tangled | up in | blue. |
| A | G | |
| I | lived with them on | Montague Street |
| A | G | |
| In a | basement down the | stairs |
| A | G | |
| There was | music in the ca- | fes at night |
| D | |
| And revo- | lution in the air |
| A | G | |
| Then | he started into | dealing with slaves |
| A | G | |
| And | something inside of him | died |
| A | G | |
| She | had to sell every- | thing she owned |
| D | |
| And | froze up inside. |
| E | F#m | |
| And when finally the | bottom fell out |
| A | D | |
| I became with- | drawn |
| E | F#m | |
| The | only thing I knew | how to do |
| A | D | |
| Was to | keep on keeping | on |
| E | |
| Like a bird that | flew |
| G | D | A | Asus4 | A | Asus4 | |
| Tangled | up in | blue. |
| A | G | |
| So | now I'm going on | back again |
| A | G | |
| I got to | get to her some | how |
| A | G | |
| All the people we | used to know |
| D | |
| They're an il- | lusion to me now |
| A | G | |
| Some are mathema- | ticians |
| A | G | |
| Some are carpenters | wives |
| A | G | |
| Don't | know how it all got | started |
| D | |
| I don't know | what they're doing with their lives |
| E | F#m | |
| But | me, I'm still | on the road |
| A | D | |
| Headin' for another | joint |
| E | F#m | |
| We | always did | feel the same |
| A | D | |
| We just | saw it from a different | point |
| E | |
| Of | view |
| G | D | A | Asus4 | A | Asus4 | |
| Tangled | up in | blue. |