Early one mornin’, the sun was shinin’
I was lyin’ in bedWonderin’ how it came to be
The “CONSERVATIVE” Party got called “red”
.Wonderin’ how the Democrats
who said Karl Marx was true
and who always talked like the Soviet REDS
winded up bein’ “Blue”
My Party would usually lose
But if they got in office
turned on everything they knew,
and they do;
Tangled up in Blue.
We all was standin’ on the side of the road
Waitin’ for the back of the bus:
All decisions made back on the ol’ East Coast
They never listened to us.
An’ every direction they took us in
Was the opposite of true
They seemed to like the other Party best
Lord knows, we paid some dues gettin’ through
They was tangled up in Blue
We took a moment to look at them
As Rove McRomney walked away
We said, “This won’t be the end
We’ll meet on another day, knowing you…”
Are tangled up in Blue
in front of the stars and stripes
I was actually shocked when he began to speak
He had looked like the silent type.
Clint was runnin’ for the Senate that night
He made every point so clear
I just kept listenin’ to the sound of his voice
And the clouds all disappeared.
He started out with the Founder’s words
And the sky opened up for me
Like thunder bolts from the Hand of God
In the eighteenth century.
And later on as the crowd thinned out
I was just about to do the same,
He saw me sittin’ in the back of the hall
And he said “may I ask your name?”
I muttered somethin’ underneath my breath,
I must admit I felt a little uneasy
As he looked right in my face.
“Are you ready to fight for freedom?” he asked,
as if it was a natural thing.
I hesitated, but when I said I would
he put my finger in one of his rings.
And when he told me it had never been about
Just changing Blue to Red
And like waking from the dead
He said how we could turn it all around
And all the things we needed to do
And their twisted point of view I already knew
Was Tangled up in Blue.
I went with Clint on the campaign trail
A grueling, long affair
There was music in the rallies at night
And R3VOLUTION IN THE AIR.
And every one of Clint’s words rang true
And glowed like burnin’ coal
Igniting every Patriot’s heart
And written in our soul
And written in our soul
Some say Clint lost in August
‘Cause not enough knew his name
That fourteen million dollars was
The price Judas was paid
And when it all came crashin’ down
I became withdrawn
The only thing I knew how to do
Was keep on keepin’ on
Some said burn the Party
Some said start one new…
And knew just what to do, he stay’d true.
Not blinded by the Blue.
He said we’re goin’ back again,
We’ve got to start again somehow.
The Senate race we used to know
Is in the rear view mirror now.
And some froze up inside.
But Didier was like a rock
Like he saw the other side
He said “We clash on life or death;
Our sword is truth and light
We’ll never act on bitterness;
Or turn to left or right.”
And now we’re on the march, again, Patriots are in the street
I hear a thousand voices and a hundred million feet
Some are mathematicians, some are carpenter’s wives.
But every one’s a Patriot, fighting for freedom with their lives.
Their lies are fallin’ all around, like a forest of autumn leaves
But they can’t stop a freight train
And nothin’ that we do
Can save them from their evil selves, or make their dark hearts true
All they pursue Is tangled up in Blue
But Clint is back out on the road
Headin’ for another town.
Unchanging whether liberty
Gets voted up or down.
That’s really all they do
But Clint, answering not a word,
made sure his aim was true.
Inviting me and you to join him too.
I think that’s what I’ll do.