All Along the Watchtower sing and play along

"There must be some kind of way

out of here,"

said the joker to the thief.

"Too much confusion,

I can't get no

relief. Bus'nessmen, they drink my wine

and plowmen, they dig my

earth. None of them along the line

know what any of it's worth."

"No reason to get excited,"

the thief, he kindly spoke.

"There are many here

among us who feel that life is but a joke.

But you and I, we've been through all that,

yes, we have, oh, and this is not our fate.

So let us not talk falsely now,

the hour's getting late,

late.

All along the watchtower,

princes kept the view,

oh, while all the women, all the women,

all the women came and they went.

Barefoot servants, too.

Outside in the cold

distance, a wildcat did growl.

La, la, la.

Two riders were approaching;

the wind began to howl.

No reason to get excited.