All Along The Watchtower

Grateful Dead · Truckin Up To Buffalo July 4 1989 [2005]

There must be some way out of here

Said the joker to the thief

There's too much confusion

And I can't get no relief

Businessman they drink my wine

Plow men dig my earth

None will level on the line

Nobody 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

'Cause this is not our fate

Let us not talk falsely now

The hour's gettin' late, late



Hey along the watchtower

Princess kept the view

While all the servants came and went

And the children too

Outside in the distance

A wild cat did growl

Two riders were approachin'

And the wind began to howl