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Written by Bob Dylan. This is 'The Boss's' version.
Am There must be sGome kind of way oFut of here G Am Am Said the joker Gto the thief F G Am Am There's too mucGh confusion F G Am Am I can't get no Grelief F G Am Am Business men thGey drink my wine F G Am Am Plow men dig myG earth F G Am Am None of them aGlong the line F G Am Am Know what any oGf it is worth F G Am Am No reason to geGt excited F G Am Am The thief he kiGndly spoke F G Am Am There are many Ghere among us F G Am Am Who feel that lGife is but a jokeF G Am Am But you and I wGe've been throughF that G Am Am And this is notG our fate F G Am Am So let us stop Gtalking falsely nFow G Am Am The hour's gettGing late F G Am Am All along the wGatchtower F G Am Am Princess kept tGhe view F G Am Am While all the wGomen came and wenFt G Am Am Barefoot servanGts too F G Am Am Outside in the cGold distance F G Am Am A wildcat did gGrowl F G Am Am Two riders wereG approaching F G Am Am And the wind beGgan to howl F G Am
Am All along the wGatchtower F G Am Am All along the wGatchtower F G Am Am All along the wGatchtower F G Am