All Along The Watchtower (Live)

There must be some kind of way out of here

The joker said to the thief

There is too much confusion

I can't get no relief

Businessmen they drink my wine

Ploughmen dig my earth

None of them anywhere along the line

Know what any of it is worth

Solo

No reason to get excited

The thief he softly spoke

There are many here among us

Who feel that life is but a joke

But you and I we've been through that

And this not our fate

And let us not talk falsely now

The hour's getting late

Solo

All along the watchtower

Princes kept the view

While all the women came and went

Barefoot servants too

Outside in the distance

A wildcat did growl

Two riders were approaching

The wind began to howl

Solo

Solo

All along the watchtower

All along the watchtower