Written by Bob Dylan. This is rocking-rebel Irish band, U2's version.


Intro:C#m B A B (Play this throughout every verse of the song) 
C#m B A B 
There must be some way out of here  
C#m B A B 
Said the joker to the thief  
C#m B A B 
There's too much confusion here  
C#m B A B 
I can't get no relief  
C#m B A B 
Businessmen they drink my wine  
C#m B A B 
Plowmen dig my earth  
C#m B A B 
None of them know along the line  
C#m B A B 
What any of this is worth  
 
Intro

C#m B A B 

No reason to get excited  
C#m B A B 
The thief, he kindly spoke  
C#m B A B 
There are many here among us  
C#m B A B 
Who think that life is but a joke  
C#m B A B 
But you and I, we've been through that  
C#m B A B 
And that is not our fate  
C#m B A B 
So let us not talk falsely now  
C#m B A B
Because the hour is getting late  

 
C#m B A B 
All along the watchtower  
C#m B A B 
Princes kept the view  
C#m B A B 
While horsemen came and went  
C#m B A B 
Barefoot servants too  
 C#m B A B 
All I got is a red guitar  
C#m B A B 
Three chords  
C#m B A B 
And the truth  
 C#m B A B 
All I got is a red guitar  
C#m B A B 
The rest is up to you  


C#m B A B 
There's no reason to get excited  
C#m B A B 
The thief, he kindly spoke  
C#m B A B 
There are some among us here  
C#m B A B 
Say that life is just a joke  
C#m B A B 
You and I, we've been through that  
C#m B A B 
And that is not our fate (at least today)  
C#m B A B 
So let us not talk falsely now  
C#m B A B 
Because the hour is getting late  

Late...  
 
(yeeeaaaaaahhhhhh... :)  
{until end} 



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