Dylan, Bob - All Along The Watchtower

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There must be some way out of here
Am        G 		F   G
Said the Joker to the Thief
Am		  G    F  G  Am      G        F   G
There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief
  Am	     G     F           G  Am	    G      F   G
Businessmen they drink my wine, ploughmen dig my earth
  Am		G      F   G  Am   	 G   	     F
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 among us, who feel that life is but a joke
But you & I we've beent thru 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 women came & went, barefoot servants too
Outside in the distance, a wild cat did growl
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl