All Along the Watchtower

All Along the Watchtower - Bob Dylan Lyrics

There must be some way out of here
Said the joker to the thief
There's too much confusion
I can't get no reliefBusinessmen, they drink my wine
Plowmen dig my earth
None of them along the line
Know what any of it is worthNo 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 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
Outside in the distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
The wind began to howl