|
There must be some way out of here |
|
Said the joker to the thief |
|
There's too much confusion here |
|
I can't get no relief |
|
Businessmen, they drink my wine |
|
Plowmen dig my earth |
|
None of them know along the line |
|
What any of this is worth, yeah |
|
No reason to get excited |
|
The thief, he kindly spoke |
|
There are many here among us |
|
Who think that life is but a joke |
|
But you and |
|
I, we've been through that |
|
And that is not our fate |
|
So let us not talk falsely now |
|
Because the hour is getting late |
|
Hey, hey, hey |
|
All along the watchtower |
|
And princes kept the view |
|
While horsemen came and went |
|
Barefoot servants too |
|
All I got is a red guitar |
|
Three chords and the truth |
|
All I got is a red guitar |
|
The rest is up to you |
|
There's no reason to get excited |
|
The thief, he kindly spoke |
|
There are some among us here |
|
Say that life is just a joke |
|
You and I, we've been through that |
|
And that is not our fate, at least today |
|
So let us not talk falsely now |
|
Because the hour is getting late, late |
|
Yeah, yeah, yeah |
|
Yeah, yeah-e-yeah |
|
Yeah, yeah-e-yeah |
