Artist: Bob Dylan Title: All Along The Watchtower Written by Bob Dylan First appears in the 1967 album [John Wesley Harding] This is the album version. =============================================
There must be some way out of here, said the joker to the thief, There's too much confusion, I can get no relief Businessmen, they drink my wine, plow men 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 wild cat did growl, Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl