"There

must

be

some

way

out

of

here,"

said

the

jo-

ker

to

the

thief

"Theres

too

much

con-

fus-

ion,

I

cant

get

no

re-

lief

Busi-

ness-

men,

they

drink

my

wine,

plow-

men

dig

my

earth

None

of

them

a-

long

the

line

know

what

a-

ny

of

it

is

worth"

"No

rea-

son

to

get

ex

ci-

ted,"

the

thief,

he

kind-

ly

spoke

"There

are

ma-

ny

here

a-

mong

us

who

feel

that

life

is

but

a

joke

But

you

and

I,

weve

been

through

that,

and

this

is

not

our

fate

So

let

us

not

talk

false-

ly

now,

the

hour

is

gett-

ing

late"

All

a-

long

the

watch-

tower,

princ-

es

kept

the

view

While

all

the

wo-

men

came

and

went,

bare-

foot

serv-

ants,

too

Out-

side

in

the

dist-

ance

a

wild-

cat

did

growl

Two

ri-

ders

were

ap-

proach-

ing,

the

wind

be-

gan

to

howl