All Along the Watchtower (Acoustic Version)

All Along the Watchtower (Acoustic) - Epitaph

Written by：Bob Dylan

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

Businessmen they drink my wine

Plowmen dig my Earth

None will level on the line

Nobody offered his word

C'mon hey

No reason to get excited

The thief he kindly spoke

There are many here among us

Who feel that

Life is but a joke joke joke

But you and I we've been through that

And this is not our fate

So let us not talk falsely now

The hour is getting late

All along the watchtower

Princes kept the view

While all the women came and went

Barefoot servants too

Well outside in the cold distance

A wild cat did growl

Two riders were approaching

And the wind began to howl

All along the watchtower

All along the watchtower

All along the watchtower

All along the watchtower