Bob Dylan | Lyrics | All Along the Watchtower

"There must be some way out of here"
Said the joker to the thief
"There's too much confusion here
I can't get no relief"

"Businessmen they drink my wine
Plowmen dig my earth
None of them know along the line
What any of this is worth"

"No reason to get excited"
The thief, he kindly spoke
"There are many here among us
Who think that life is but a joke"

"But you and I, we've been through that
And that is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
Because the hour is getting late"

"No reason to get excited"
The thief, he kindly spoke
"There are many here among us
Who think that life is but a joke"

"But you and I, we've been through that
And that is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
Because 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