All Along The Watchtower

Am G F G Am There must be some kinda way out of here, Am G F G Am Said the joker to the thief. Am G F G Am There's too much confusion Am G F G Am I can't get no relief Am G F G Am Business men they, Drink my wine. Am G F G Am There plowmen dig my earth. Am G F G Am None of them along the line Am G F G Am know what any of it's worth. Am G F (batida forte) G Am No reason to get excited, Am G F G Am The thief he kindly spoke. Am G F G Am There are many among us, Am G F G Am Who feel that life is but a joke Am G F G Am But you and I we've been through all that, Am G F G Am And this is not our fate. Am G F(batida forte) G Am So let us not talk falsely, Am G F G (bate forte) The hour is getting late