Composição: Bob Dylan

Intro:C#m B A B
C#m B A B (obs: a música e só isso,faça as notas em acorde de guitarra vlw)
There must be some way out of here 
Said the joker to the thief 
There's too much confusion here 
I can't get no relief 
Businessmen they drink my wine 
Plowmen dig my earth 
None of them know along the line 
What any of this is worth 

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

All along the watchtower 
Princes kept the view 
While horsemen came and went 
Barefoot servants too 

All I got is a red guitar 
Three chords 
And the truth 

All I got is a red guitar 
The rest is up to you 

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

(yeeeaaaaaahhhhhh... :) 
[until end]