All Along the Watchtower barefoot servants, too.
(Bob Dylan, Jimi Hendrix)
( )x4 Outside in the distance
a wildcat did growl,
"There must be some way out of Two riders were a pproaching,
here," said the joker to the and the wind began to howl.
thief, "There's too much
confusion, I can't
get no relief. (solo over verse)
Businessmen, they drink my [chorus]
wine, plowmen dig my earth,
None of them a
long the line know what any of it
"No reason to get exc- ited,"
the thief, he kindly spoke,
"There are many here a-
mong 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
All a long the watchtower,
princes kept the view
While all the
women came and went,