Am G F G Am G F G "There must be some kinda way out of here" Am G F G Said the joker to the thief Am G F G "There’s too much confusion, Am G F G I can’t get no relief Am G F G Businessmen, they drink my wine, Am G F G Plow men dig my earth Am G F G None of them along the line Am G F G Know what any of it is worth" "No reason to get excited" The thief he kindly spoke "There are many here among Us who feel that life is but a joke But, you and I, we’ve been through that And this is not our fate So let us not talk falsely now, Because the hour is getting late" All along the watchtower Princes kept their view While other women came and went Barefoot servants, too Outside in the cold distance A wild cat did growl Two riders were approaching And the wind began to howl.