All Along the Watchtower (Live)

There must be some kind of way out of here
A joker says to the thief
There's too much confusion here
I get no relief

Businessmen, they drink my wine
Ploughmen dig my earth
None of you along the line
Know what it is worth

No reason to get excited
The thief, he kindly spoke
Many here among us
Know life is but a joke

You and I we've been through that
We hope this is not our fate
Let us not talk falsely now
The hour grows late

All along the watchtower
Princess kept the view
Next thing, they came and went
Barefoot servants too

Out in the distance
A wildcat did growl
No riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl

Yeah-yeah
Yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Bob Dylan
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