title: Tangled Up in Bluekey: Rockharp type: Chromaticgenre: Cskill: BeginnerC Tenor – Low C<-6 <-6 <-6 <-6 6 -5 6 6 6 6Early– one mornin’ the sun was shinin’,<-6 <-6 <-6 6 -5 6I– was layin’ in bed<-6 <-6 <-6 -5 6 6 6Wond’rin’ if she’d changed at all-5 5 -5 -5 -4 -5If her hair was still red.<-6 <-6 <-6 <-6 6 6 6 6 6Her folks they said our lives together<-6 <-6 <-6 6 -5 6Sure was gonna be rough6 <-6 <-6 <-6 <-6 6 -5 6 6 6They never– did like Mama’s homemade dress4 4 -5 -5 -4 -3 -4 -3 3Papa’s bankbook wasn’t big enough.-5 6 6 6 -5 -5 -5 <-6 <-6 <-6 -8And I was standin’ on the side of the road-7 <-6 <-6 <-6 <-6 7Rain fallin’ on- my- shoes6 6 6 -5 -5 <-6 -8Heading out for the East Coast-7 -7 -7 -7 <-6 -5 6 -5 6Lord knows I’ve paid some dues gettin’ through,(567) 7 7 -5 -5Tangled up in blue.She was married when we first metSoon to be divorcedI helped her out of a jam, I guess,But I used a little too much force.We drove that car as far as we couldAbandoned it out WestSplit up on a dark sad nightBoth agreeing it was best.She turned around to look at meAs I was walkin’ awayI 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 woodsWorking as a cook for a spellBut I never did like it all that muchAnd one day the ax just fell.So I drifted down to New OrleansWhere I happened to be employedWorkin’ for a while on a fishin’ boatRight outside of Delacroix.But all the while I was aloneThe past was close behind,I seen a lot of womenBut she never escaped my mind, and I just grewTangled up in blue.She was workin’ in a topless placeAnd I stopped in for a beer,I just kept lookin’ at the side of her faceIn the spotlight so clear.And later on as the crowd thinned outI’s just about to do the same,She was standing there in back of my chairSaid 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 uneasyWhen 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 poemsAnd handed it to meWritten by an Italian poetFrom the thirteenth century.And every one of them words rang trueAnd glowed like burnin’ coalPourin’ off of every pageLike it was written in my soul from me to you,Tangled up in blue.I lived with them on Montague StreetIn a basement down the stairs,There was music in the cafes at nightAnd revolution in the air.Then he started into dealing with slavesAnd something inside of him died.She had to sell everything she ownedAnd froze up inside.And when finally the bottom fell outI became withdrawn,The only thing I knew how to doWas 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 knowThey’re an illusion to me now.Some are mathematiciansSome 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 roadHeadin’ for another jointWe always did feel the same,We just saw it from a different point of view,Tangled up in blue.