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Am - G - F - G {intro} x4 There must be someway out of here, Said the joker to the thief There's too much confusion here, I can't get no relief Bus'ness men they drink my wine, Ploughmen dig my earth None of them along the line know what any of this is worth
Intro x2 No reason to get excited, the thief he kindly spoke there are many among us, who think that life is a joke But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate (at least not today) Let us not talk falsely now, Cos' the hour is getting late, Hey (late, late Yeaaaaah heyyeh) Intro x 8 All along the watchtower, Princes kept the view While husbands came and went, Bare foot servants too Intro x 4 All I got is a red guitar, 3 chords and the truth All I got is a red guitar, The rest is up to you Intro x4 Repeat Verse 2 Intro x 4