All Along the Watchtower

"There must be some 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 earth,

None of them along the line know what any of it is worth."

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"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."

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All along the watchtower, princes kept the view

While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.

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Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl,

Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.

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Copyright 1968; renewed 1996 Dwarf Music

First release: John Wesley Harding, 1967

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