All Along The Watchtower lyrics
by Jimi Hendrix
"There must be some kind of 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 earthNone 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 uswho feel that life is but a jokeBut you and I, we've been through thatand this is not our fateSo let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late"All along the watchtowerPrinces kept the viewWhile all the women came and wentBarefoot servants, tooOutside in the cold distanceA wildcat did growlTwo riders were approachingAnd the wind began to howl*buisness man there, drink my wine,come and take my herb.
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