Written by Bob Dylan. This is 'The Boss's' version.
Am G F G Am
There must be some kind of way out of here
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Said the joker to the thief
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There's too much confusion
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I can't get no relief
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Business men they drink my wine
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Plow men dig my earth
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None of them along the line
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Know what any of it is worth
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No reason to get excited
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The thief he kindly spoke
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There are many here among us
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Who feel that life is but a joke
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But you and I we've been through that
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And this is not our fate
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So let us stop talking falsely now
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The hour's getting late
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All along the watchtower
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Princess kept the view
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While all the women came and went
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Barefoot servants too
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Outside in the cold distance
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A wildcat did growl
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Two riders were approaching
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And the wind began to howl
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All along the watchtower
Am G F G Am
All along the watchtower
Am G F G Am
All along the watchtower