All Along The Watchtower

Bob Dylan / Jimi Hendrix: Electric Ladyland (1967)

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	"There must be some	kind of way	out of here,"	/ / / /	/

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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!”

Outside in the distance

A wildcat did growl.

Two riders were approaching,

And the wind began to howl.