There must be some way out of here,
Said the joker to the thief.
Theres too much confusion
I cant get no relief
Business men they drink my wine.
There plowmen dig my earth.
None of them along the line
Know what any of its worth.
No reason to get excited,
The thief he kindly spoke.
There are many among us,
Who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I we’ve been through all that,
And this is not our fate.
So let us not talk falsly now,
The hour is getting near
And all along the watchtower,
Princes kept the view.
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servatnts too.
Out side in the cold distance,
A wild cat did growl la la la la la
Two riders two riders approaching,
The wind began to howl
All Along the Watchtower, Bob Dylan
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