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             Am                G                F           G   Am
            (play it forever)
                There must be some kind of way out of here

                Said the joker to the thief
                There's too much confusion
                I can't get no relief
                Buisness men they drink my wine
                Plowmen dig my earth
                None would ever compromise
                Nobody of this world

                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 place
                So let us stop talking falsely now
                The hour's getting late

                All along the watchtower
                Princess kept the view
                While all the women came and went
                Barefoot servants too
                Outside in the cold distance
                A wildcat did growl
                Two riders were approaching
                And the wind began to howl

                All along the watchtower
                All along the watchtower
                All along the watchtower

              Bm/A          G         A  Bm
There must be some way out of here,
              Bm/A          G     A  Bm