Written by Bob Dylan. This is rocking-rebel Irish band, U2's version.
Intro:C#m B A B (Play this throughout every verse of the song)
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There must be some way out of here
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Said the joker to the thief
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There's too much confusion here
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I can't get no relief
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Businessmen they drink my wine
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Plowmen dig my earth
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None of them know along the line
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What any of this is worth
Intro
C#m B A B
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 think that life is but a joke
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But you and I, we've been through that
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And that is not our fate
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So let us not talk falsely now
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Because the hour is getting late
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All along the watchtower
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Princes kept the view
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While horsemen came and went
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Barefoot servants too
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All I got is a red guitar
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Three chords
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And the truth
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All I got is a red guitar
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The rest is up to you
C#m B A B
There's no reason to get excited
C#m B A B
The thief, he kindly spoke
C#m B A B
There are some among us here
C#m B A B
Say that life is just a joke
C#m B A B
You and I, we've been through that
C#m B A B
And that is not our fate (at least today)
C#m B A B
So let us not talk falsely now
C#m B A B
Because the hour is getting late
Late...
(yeeeaaaaaahhhhhh... :)
{until end}
If this is wrong report it. Overall, enjoy!