BOB DYLAN COVER
There must be some way out of here,
said the joker to the thief
There's too much confusion,
I can't get no relief.
Businessmen they drink my wine,
plowmen dig my earth,
None of them along the line
know what any of it is worth.
No reason to get excited,
the thief he kindly spoke
There are many here
amoung 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,
the hour is getting late.
All along the watchtower
princes kept the view
While all the woman came and went
barefoot servants too.
Outside in the distance
a wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
the wind began to howl.
There must be some way out of here,
said the joker to the thief
There's too much confusion,
I can't get no relief.
Businessmen they drink my wine,
plowmen dig my earth,
None of them along the line
know what any of it is worth.
No reason to get excited,
the thief he kindly spoke
There are many here
amoung 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,
the hour is getting late.
All along the watchtower
princes kept the view
While all the woman came and went
barefoot servants too.
Outside in the distance
a wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
the wind began to howl.