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