Intro:
   Bb
   Cm   Bb  Ab  Bb  (x4)

Verse 1:
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  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, they drink my wine,
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  Plowmen dig my earth.
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  None of them along the line.
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  Know what any of it is worth.

Solo 1: Cm Bb Ab Bb (x4)

Verse 2:
Cm          Bb        Ab    Bb
  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 is getting late.

Solo 2: Cm Bb Ab Bb (x16)

Verse 3:
Cm   Bb         Ab       Bb
All along the watchtower
Cm        Bb          Ab   Bb
  Princes 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
        Cm     Bb        Ab   Bb
and the wind began to howl.

Outro:
(with ad-lib vocals)
Cm   Bb  Ab  Bb  (x9)
(fade out)
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