Am G F G Am There must be some kind of way out of here, Am G F G Am Said the joker to the thief. Am G F G Am There's too much confusion; Am G F G Am I can't get no relief. Am G F G Am Business men, they drink my wine, Am G F G Am Plowmen dig my earth. Am G F G Am None of them along the line. Am G F G Am Know what any of it is worth. Am G F G Am No reason to get excited, Am G F G Am The thief, he kindly spoke. Am G F G Am There are many here among us Am G F G Am Who feel that life is but a joke, Am G F G Am But you and I, we've been through that Am G F G Am And this is not our fate, Am G F G Am So let us not talk falsely now— Am G F G Am The hour is getting late. Am G F G Am All along the watchtower Am G F G Am princes kept the view Am G F G Am while all the women came and went, Am G F G Am barefoot servants too. Am G F G Am Outside in the cold distance Am G F G Am a wildcat did growl. Am G F G Am Two riders were approaching Am G F G Am and the wind began to howl. Am G F G Am All along the watchtower, Am G F G Am All along the watchtower, Am G F G Am All along the watchtower.
Enviado por: anônimo
Corrigido por: Norman Blackmore
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