Bob Dylan - All along the watchtower

Bob Dylan - All along the watchtower (clica per veure la lletra)

"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
"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.