作词 : Bob Dylan
作曲 : Bob Dylan
There must be some kind of way outta 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 will level on the line
Nobody offered his word
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 stop talkin' falsely now
The hour's 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
Thank you
