Mike McClure - Tangled Up In Blue guitar chord

Capo 2

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Early one morning the sun was shinin'

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I was layin' in bed.

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Wondering if she'd changed at all

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If her hair was still red.

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Her folks they said that our lives together,

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Sure was gonna be rough.

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They never did like Mama's home-made dress,

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Papa's bank book wasn't big enough.

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And I was standing on the side of the road,

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Rain falling on my shoes.

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Heading out for the old east coast,

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Lord knows I've paid some dues,

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Getting 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 sad dark 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 walking away

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I heard her say over her 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 to be employed

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Workin' for a while on a fishing 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 alot 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 working in topless place

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And I stopped in for a beer

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I just kept looking at the side of her face

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In the spotlight so clear

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And later on when the crowd thinned out

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I was 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 something undernaeth my breath

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She studdied 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

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She lit a burner on the stove

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And offered me a pipe

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I thought you'd never say hello she said

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You look like the silent type

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Then open up a book of poems

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And handed it to me

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Written by an Italian

poet

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>From the thirteenth century

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And every one of them words rang true

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And glowed like burning coal

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Pourin' off of every page

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Like it was written in my soul

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>From me to you

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Tangled up in blue