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'there must be some kind of way outta here,' said the joker to the thief. there's too much confusion. i can get no relief. businessman he drink my wine, plowman dig my earth. none of them along the line know what any of it's worth.'
'no reason to get excited,' the thief he kindly spoke. 'there's a couple here among us who think this life is just a joke. but you and i are hip to that. this is not our fate. so let us not talk b.s. now the hour is getting late.'
all along the watchtower princes kept the view. eleven lords a-leapin. barefoot servants too. outside in the distance a pussycat meows. two riders are approaching. two riders are approaching. two horsemen are approaching. and the wind... december wind... begins to howl.
halelujah.
notes.
saw richie havens do his rendition at the van dyck in schenectady. killer. told the story of how his performance of the song for mr. dylan one nite in the village many moons ago brought bob to tears. for the record: um, me too, mr. havens. so i came up with my own version. live to tape in one take. props to mr. david ebert for the use of his beautiful olsen guitar.
all stuff copyright 1999 bryan thomas & wt3 records
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