[Intro]

            x4

[Verse 1]
            
  There must b

             
e some kind of

             
 way out of he

   
re,
            
  Said the jok

            
er to the thie

   
f.
            
  There's too 

             
much confusion

    
;
           
  I can't get 

         
no relief.
            
  Business men

            
 they, they dr

           
ink my wine,
           
  Plowmen dig 

         
my earth.
           
  None of them

             
 along the lin


e.
            
  Know what an

            
y of it is wor

    
th.

[Solo 1]
            x4

[Verse 2]
           
  No reason to

             
 get excited,
            
  The thief, h

             
e kindly spoke

     
.
            
  There are ma

             
ny here among 

     
us
            
  Who feel tha

             
t life is but 

        
a joke,
            
  But you and 

            
I, we've been 

            
through that
            
  And this is 

           
not our fate,
           
  So let us st

             
op talking fal

         
sely now -
            
  The hour is 

             
getting late.

[Solo 2]
            x16

[Verse 3]
           
All along the 

          
watchtower
           
  Princes kept

            
 the view
            
  While all th

            
e women came a

        
nd went,
           
  barefoot ser

           
vants too.
           
Outside in the

              
 cold distance
           
  a wildcat di

         
d growl.
           
  Two riders w

             
ere approachin

    
g
            
and the wind b

              
egan to howl.

[Outro] (with ad-lib vocals)
         
(fade out)