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"There must be some kind of way out of here" Said the jokers to the thief "Too much confusion I can't get no relief" "Business men, they drink my wine And plow men, they dig my Earth None of them along the line Know what any of it's 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 (oh-oh, hah)" "But you and I, we've been through all that, yeah, so we're here And this is not our fate So let us not talk falsely now The hour is getting late Late" All along the watchtower Princes kept their view While all the women, all the women, all the 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 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah All along the watchtower Princes kept their view While all the women came and went Barefoot servants too Outside in the cold distance A wild cat did growl Two riders, two riders were approaching The wind began to howl The money safe The thief he take The money safe The thief he take No reason to get excited Thank y'all very much, God bless you again Bye-bye! Tim Reynolds on the guitar! Timmy don't go away!
Writer(s): Bob Dylan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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