Paroles: Grateful Dead. All Along The Watchtower.

There must be some way out of here
Said the joker to the thief
There's too much confusion
And I can't get no relief
Businessman they drink my wine
Plow men dig my earth
None will level on the line
Nobody 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
'Cause this is not our fate
Let us not talk falsely now
The hour's gettin' late, late

Hey along the watchtower
Princess kept the view
While all the servants came and went
And the children too
Outside in the distance
A wild cat did growl
Two riders were approachin'
And the wind began to howl