All Along the Watchtower
Bob Dylan
There must be some 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 of them along the line
Know what any of it is worth
No reason to get excited
The thief, he kindly spoke
There are many here among us
Who feel life is but a joke
There must be some way out of here
Said the joker to the thief
There's too much confusion
I can't get no relief
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 the women came and went
Barefoot servants too
Outside in the distance
A wild cat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl
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