All Along the Watchtower

All Along the Watchtower - The Hit Co.

There must be some kind of way out of here

Said the joker to the thief

There's too much confusion

I can't get no relief

Businessen they (uh) drink my wine

Plowman dig my earth

None will level on the vine

Nobody of it is worth

No reason to get excited

The thief he kindly spoke

There are many here among us (uh)

Who feel that life is but a joke

But uh

But you and I we been through that

And this is not our fate

So let us not talk falsely now

The hour's getting late

Hey

Ooh All along the watchtower

Princes kept their view

While all the women came and went

Barefoot servants too

Well uh

Ooh Outside in the cold distance

A wildcat did growl

Two riders were approaching