Chords - v1

Bm A G A. Repeat endlessly.

Bm                   A                           G           A  Bm         A               G       A 

There must be some kind of way outta here, said the joker to the thief

There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief

Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth

None of them along the line, know what any of it is 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

But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate

So let us stop talkin' falsely now, the hour's getting late, hey

All along the watchtower, princes 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