Bob Dylan All Along The Watchtower lyrics

by 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 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.