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





All along the watchtower

Princes kept the view

While horsemen came and went

Barefoot servants too





All i got is a red guitar

Three chords

And the truth





All i got is a red guitar

The rest is up to you





There's no reason to get excited

The thief, he kindly spoke

There are some among us here

Say that life is just a joke

You and i, we've been through that

And that is not our fate (at least today)

So let us not talk falsely now

Because the hour is getting late

Late...





(yeeeaaaaaahhhhhh...)

[until end]




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