All Along The Watchtower Lyrics - Dylan & The Dead - 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 

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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 

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