All Along The Watchtower   





There must be some kind of way out of here 

Said the joker to the theif 

There's too much confusion 

I can't get no relief 

Business men they drink my wine 

Plowmen dig my earth 

None will level on the wine 

Nobody of it is worth 

 

No reason to get exited 

The thief he kindly spoke 

There are many here among us 

Who feel that life is but a joke 

But you and I we've been through that 

And this is not our fate 

So let us talk falsely now 

The hour's getting late 

 

All along the watchtower 

The princess kept the view 

While all the women came 

And went bare feet servants too 

Outside in the cold distance 

A wild cat did growl 

Two riders were aproaching 

And the wind began to howl