ALL ALONG THE WATCHTOWER
(Bob Dylan)
Jimi Hendrix


There must be some kind of way outta here 
said the joker to the thief 
Thereīs too much confusion... 
I canīt get no relief 

Business men they drink my wine 
Plowman, dig my earth 
None of them along the line 
Know what any of it is worth 
hey, hey 

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, uh...but you and I, weīve been through that 
And this is not our fate 
So let us stop talkinī falsely now 
The hourīs getting late, hey 

All along the watchtower 
Princes kept the view 
While all the women came and went 
Barefoot servants, too 
Outside in the cold distance 
A wildcat did growl 
Two riders were approaching 
And the wind began to howl