“There must be (G5)some kind of way

out of here,”

said the jok er to the thief.

“Too much con fu sion,

I can’t get no

re lief.

Bus’ ness men, they drink my wine

and plow men, they dig my

earth.

None of them a long the line

know (G5)what an y of it’s (F5)worth.”

“No rea son (G)to get ex cit (F)ed,”

the thief, he kind ly spoke.

“There are man (G)y here

a mong us

who feel that life is but a joke.

But you and I, we’ve been through all that, yes, we have, oh, and this is not our fate.

So let us (G)not talk false ly now,

(G)the (Am)ho ur’s

get ting late,

(Am)late.

All a long the watch tow er,

princ es kept the view, (G)oh, while all the wom en, all the wom en, all the wom en came and they went.

Bare foot ser vants, too.

Out side in the cold

dis tance, (G)a wild (G)cat did growl.

La, la, la.

Two rid (G)ers were ap proach ing;

the (A5)wind (CN.C.)be gan to howl.

No rea son (G)to get ex cit ed.