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.
Well, it's always been my nature to take chances. My right hand drawing back while my left hand advances. Where the current is strong and the monkey dances.
All the tired horses in the sun. How am I supposed to get any riding done?. All the tired horses in the sun. How am I supposed to get any riding done?.
Alberta, let your hair hang low. Alberta, let your hair hang low. I'll give you more gold. Than your apron can hold. If you'd only let your hair hang low.
As I walked out tonight in the mystic garden. The wounded flowers were dangling from the vine. I was passing by yon cool crystal fountain. Someone hit me from behind.
Alberta, let your hair hang low, Alberta, let your hair hang low. I'll give you more gold than your apron can hold. If you'll only let your hair hang low.
All I really want to do. Is, baby, be friends with you. . I don't want to compete with you. Beat or cheat or mistreat you. Classify ya, simplify ya. Deny, defy or crucify you.
"There must be some kinda way out of here". Oh, said the joker to the thief. I want to tell you now there's just too much confusion. And I can't, no, I can't get no relief.
(Can you handle another guitar hero?. Let me give you a little clue:. Hallelujah, Hare Krishna, Yeah yeah yeah!. George Harrison!). . Well, your railroad gate, you know I just can't jump it.
Now I ain't lookin' to compete with you. Beat on, cheat on, mistreat you. Simplify you, classify you. Deny, defy, mystify you. . All I really want to do.
There must be some kind of way out of here. Said the joker to the thief. Too much confusion. I can't get no relief. . Business men, they drink my wine.
"There must be some way out of here",. said the joker to the thief. "There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief. Businessmen they drink my wine, plowman dig my earth,.
Oh where have you been, my blue eyed son?. Where have you been, my darling young one?. I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains. Walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways.
As I went out one morning. To breathe the air around Tome Paine's. I spied the fairest damsel. That ever did walk in chains. . I offered her my hand. She took me by the arm.