There must be some way out of here Said the joker to the thief There's too much confusion here I can't get no relief Businessmen they drink my wine Plowmen dig my earth None of them know along the line What any of this is worth
No reason to get excited The thief kindly spoke There are many among us Who think the life is but a joke But you and I, we've been through that And that is not our fate So let us not talk falsely now Because the hour is getting late
All along the watchtower Princes kept the view While horsemen came and went Barefoot servants too All I got is a red guitar Three chords And the truth
All I got is a red guitar The rest is up to you There is no reason to get excited The thief kindly spoke But someone here says that life is just a joke You and I, we've been through that And that's is not our fate So let us not talk falsely now Because the hour is getting late
