All Along the Watchtower

Must be some kinda way out of here
Joker said to the thief
Too much confusion here
Don't get no relief

The businessmen, they drink my wine
Ploughmen dig my earth
None will level on the line
No one up it's worth

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

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

All along the watchtower
Princess kept their view
Barefoot women came and went
Barefoot servants too

Way out in the distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl



Credits
Writer(s): Bob Dylan
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