All Along the Watchtower (feat. Tom Ellis)

"There must be some kind of way out of here"
Said the joker to the thief
"There's too much confusion now
I can't get no relief
Businessmen, they drink my wine
Plowmen dig my earth
All of them along the line, don't know what any of it's worth"

"No reason, to get excited"
The thief, he kindly spoke
"There are many here among us, who feel life's but a joke
But you and I, we've been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us stop talking falsely now
The hour's getting late"

All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While all the women they came and they went
Barefoot servants too
Outside in the cold distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl



Credits
Writer(s): Bob Dylan
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