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. 
All along the watchtower 
Princess kept the view 
While all the women came and went 
Barefoot servants too 
 
All along the watchtower 
All along the watchtower 
All along the watchtower 


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