{Intro}{Intro}

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[Verse 1][Verse 1]

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There must be some kind of way out of here,

  Said the joker to the thief.

There's too much confusion;

  I can't get no relief.

Business men they, they drink my wine,

  Plowmen dig my earth.

None of them along the line.

  Know what any of it is worth.

[Solo 1][Solo 1]

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[Verse 2][Verse 2]

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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 talking falsely now -

  The hour is getting late.

[Solo 2][Solo 2]

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[Verse 3][Verse 3]

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.

[Outro] (with ad-lib vocals)

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(fade out)

 WATCHTOWER        -             Am-G-F-G