| Song | Tangled Up in Blue |
| Artist | The Whitlams |
| Album | Eternal Nightcap |
| Early one mornin' the sun was shinin' | |
| I was layin' in bed | |
| Wonderin' if she had changed at all | |
| If her hair was still red | |
| And her folks had said our lives together | |
| It sure was gonna be rough | |
| They never did like Mama's homemade dress | |
| Papa's bankbook wasn't big enough | |
| And she was standin' on the side of the road | |
| As rain's fallin' on my shoes | |
| I'm heading out for the old 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 | |
| So 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 | |
| Then she turned around and looked at me | |
| As I was walkin' away | |
| I heard her say over my shoulder | |
| "We're gonna meet again someday on a avenue†| |
| We got tangled up in blue | |
| So 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 was looking out 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 me | |
| 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 | |
| Then later on as the crowd thinned out | |
| I was just about to do the same | |
| She was standing there at the back of the chair | |
| Singin', "Tell me, don't I know your name?" | |
| I muttered somethin' underneath the breath | |
| She studied the lines on my face | |
| I must admit I felt a little uneasy | |
| When she bent to tie the lace of my shoe | |
| We got tangled up in blue | |
| So 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 | |
| Handed it to me | |
| Written by an Italian poet | |
| In the thirteenth century | |
| And every one of those words rang true | |
| Glowed like burnin' coal | |
| Pourin' off of every page | |
| Like it's written in my soul from me to you | |
| Tangled up in blue | |
| 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 | |
| Then he started into dealing with slaves | |
| Something inside of him died | |
| She had to sell everything they owned | |
| And froze up inside | |
| And when finally as 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 | |
| We got tangled up in blue | |
| Now I'm goin' back again | |
| Got to get to her somehow | |
| All the people that we used to know | |
| They're illusion to me now | |
| Some are mathematicians | |
| Some are carpenter's wives | |
| We don't know how this got started | |
| Don't know what we do with our lives | |
| Me, I'm still on the road | |
| Headin' for another joint | |
| We didn't always see the same | |
| And we start it from a different point of view | |
| Tangled up in blue |
| Early one mornin' the sun was shinin' | |
| I was layin' in bed | |
| Wonderin' if she had changed at all | |
| If her hair was still red | |
| And her folks had said our lives together | |
| It sure was gonna be rough | |
| They never did like Mama' s homemade dress | |
| Papa' s bankbook wasn' t big enough | |
| And she was standin' on the side of the road | |
| As rain' s fallin' on my shoes | |
| I' m heading out for the old 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 | |
| So 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 | |
| Then she turned around and looked at me | |
| As I was walkin' away | |
| I heard her say over my shoulder | |
| " We' re gonna meet again someday on a avenue | |
| We got tangled up in blue | |
| So 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 was looking out 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 me | |
| 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 | |
| Then later on as the crowd thinned out | |
| I was just about to do the same | |
| She was standing there at the back of the chair | |
| Singin', " Tell me, don' t I know your name?" | |
| I muttered somethin' underneath the breath | |
| She studied the lines on my face | |
| I must admit I felt a little uneasy | |
| When she bent to tie the lace of my shoe | |
| We got tangled up in blue | |
| So 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 | |
| Handed it to me | |
| Written by an Italian poet | |
| In the thirteenth century | |
| And every one of those words rang true | |
| Glowed like burnin' coal | |
| Pourin' off of every page | |
| Like it' s written in my soul from me to you | |
| Tangled up in blue | |
| 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 | |
| Then he started into dealing with slaves | |
| Something inside of him died | |
| She had to sell everything they owned | |
| And froze up inside | |
| And when finally as 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 | |
| We got tangled up in blue | |
| Now I' m goin' back again | |
| Got to get to her somehow | |
| All the people that we used to know | |
| They' re illusion to me now | |
| Some are mathematicians | |
| Some are carpenter' s wives | |
| We don' t know how this got started | |
| Don' t know what we do with our lives | |
| Me, I' m still on the road | |
| Headin' for another joint | |
| We didn' t always see the same | |
| And we start it from a different point of view | |
| Tangled up in blue |