Bob Dylan

There must be some kind of way out of here
Said the joker to the thief
Theres too much confusion I can't get no relief
Businessman they drink my wine plough man dig my earth

None of them along the the line know what any of it is worth

(No one will ever on their mind nobody of it is worth - Hendrix)

No reason to get excited the thief he kindly spoke
There are many here among us now
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

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