"There must be some way out of 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 not talk falsely now
The hour is getting late."
All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.
Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl,
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.
Cette chanson est une reprise. Sa version originale a été créée par
Bob Dylan
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