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