| Early one mornin' the sun was shinin'
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| I was layin' in bed
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| Wondrin' if she’d changed at all
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| If her hair was still red
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| Her folks they said our lives together
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| Sure was gonna be rough
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| They never did like
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| Mama’s homemade dress
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| Papa’s bank book wasn’t big enough
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| And I was standin' on the side of the road
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| Rain fallin' on my shoes
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| Heading out for the east coast
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| Lord knows I’ve paid some dues
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| Gettin' through
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| Tangled up in blue
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| She was married when we first met
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| Soon to be divorced
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| I helped her out of a jam I guess
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| But I used a little too much force
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| We drove that car as far as we could
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| Abandoned it out west
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| Split up on a dark sad night
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| Both agreeing it was best
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| She turned around to look at me
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| As I was walkin' away
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| I heard her say over my shoulder
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| We’ll meet again some day
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| On the avenue
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| Tangled up in blue
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| I had a job in the great north woods
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| Working as a cook for a spell
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| But I never did like it all that much
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| And one day the axe just fell
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| So I drifted down to New Orleans
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| Where I was looking for to be employed
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| Workin' for a while on a fishin' boat
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| Right outside of Delacroix
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| But all the while I was alone
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| The past was close behind
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| I seen a lot of women
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| But she never escaped my mind
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| And I just grew
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| Tangled up in blue
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| She was workin' in a topless place
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| And I stopped in for a beer
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| I just kept lookin' at the side of her face
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| In the spotlight so clear
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| And later on as the crowd thinned out
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| I’s just about to do the same
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| She was standing there in back of my chair
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| Said to me, Don’t I know your name?
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| I muttered somethin' under my breath
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| She studied the lines on my face
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| I must admit I felt a little uneasy
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| When she bent down to tie the laces
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| Of my shoe
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| Tangled up in blue |