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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Barbara Keith
Performer
Craig Doerge
Piano
David Cohen
Electric Guitar
Jim Keltner
Drums
John Brennan
Acoustic Guitar
Leland Sklar
Bass
Spooner Oldham
Electric Piano
Tony Peluso
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Dylan
Songwriter
Lyrics
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 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 wild cat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl
All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants too
Outside in the distance
A wild cat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl
Writer(s): Bob Dylan
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