All Along the Watchtower
There must be some way out of hereSaid the joker to the thiefThere's too much confusion hereI can't get no reliefBusinessmen they drink my winePlowmen dig my earthNone of them know along the lineWhat any of this is worth
No reason to get excitedThe thief, he kindly spokeThere are many here among usWho think that life is but a jokeBut you and I, we've been through thatAnd that is not our fateSo let us not talk falsely nowBecause the hour is getting late
All along the watchtowerPrinces kept the viewWhile horsemen came and wentBarefoot servants too
All I got is a red guitarThree chordsAnd the truth
All I got is a red guitarThe rest is up to you
There's no reason to get excitedThe thief, he kindly spokeThere are some among us hereSay that life is just a jokeYou and I, we've been through thatAnd that is not our fate (at least today)So let us not talk falsely nowBecause the hour is getting lateLate...