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Tangled Up In Blue — 1978 (cover version)

*copyright Special Rider

Tangled Up In Blue, by Bob Dylan (1978 version)

Early one mornin’ the sun was shinin’
I was layin’ in bed
Wondrin’ 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 bank book 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
One more time as I was walkin’ away
Saying over her shoulder
Boy, we’re bound meet again some day
On the avenue
Tangled up in blue

I remember staying in the great north woods
Living in a vagabond hotel
One day during the pouring rain
I can feel how the axe just fell
So I drifted down to New Orleans
Where I was lucky not to be destroyed
I almost died in the boiling flat
Two miles 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 dancing in the flamingo club
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 when the crowd thinned out
I was just about to do the same
She was standing there, right behind my chair
Touching me, said, “it ain’t no accident you came,”
I muttered something under 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
Wearing a dress made out of stars and stripes
I thought you’d never say hello, she said
You look like the silent type
Then she opened up a book of poems
And started quoting them to me
Written by a French child
From the eighteenth century
And everyone 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

I lived with them on Montague Street
In a basement down the stairs
There was music in the cafes at night
There was revolution in the air
Then he started into dealing with slaves
And something inside of her froze
She had to sell everything she owned
Even her jewelry and her clothes
And when it all came crashing down
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’ on back again
I got to get to her and be brave
All the people we used to know
At least the ones that ain’t in the grave
Some are bricklayers, some are bank robbers
Some are burglars, some are truck driver’s wives
I don’t know how it all got started
I got no idea 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
A different point of view
Tangled up in blue

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A Hard Rain’s-A Gonna Fall

 

*with minor lyrical variation in my cover version

Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son? 
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one? 
I’ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains 
I’ve walked and I’ve crawled on six crooked highways 
I’ve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests 
I’ve been out in front of a dozen dead oceans 
I’ve been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard 
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard 
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son? 
Oh, what did you see, my darling young one? 
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it 
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it 
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin’ 
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin’ 
I saw a white ladder all covered with water 
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken 
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children 
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard 
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son? 
And what did you hear, my darling young one? 
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin’ 
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world 
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin’ 
Heard ten thousand whisperin’ and nobody listenin’ 
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin’ 
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter 
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley 
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard 
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son? 
Who did you meet, my darling young one? 
I met a young child beside a dead pony 
I met a white man who walked a black dog 
I met a young woman whose body was burning 
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow 
I met one man who was wounded in love 
I met another man who was wounded with hatred 
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard 
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

Oh, what’ll you do now, my blue-eyed son? 
Oh, what’ll you do now, my darling young one? 
I’m a-goin’ back out ’fore the rain starts a-fallin’ 
I’ll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest 
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty 
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters 
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison 
Where the executioner’s face is always well hidden 
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten 
Where black is the color, where none is the number 
And I’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it 
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it 
Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’ 
But I’ll know my song well before I start singin’ 
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard 
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

Copyright © 1963 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1991 by Special Rider Music


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