All Along the Watchtower

There must be some way out of here
Said the joker to the thief

There's too much confusion here
I can't get no relief
Businessmen, they drink my wine
plowman dig my earth
None of them know along the line
What any of this is worth
Yeah

No reason to get excited
The thief, he kindly spoke
There are many here among us
Who think 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
Because the hour is getting late
Hey hey hey

Ooh ooh ooh

All along the watchtower
And princes kept the view
While horsemen came and went
Barefoot servants too

All I got is a red guitar
Three chords and the truth
All I got is a red guitar
Rest is up to you

There's no reason to get excited
The thief he kindly spoke
Some among us here say
That life is just a joke
You and I have we've been through that
And that is not our fate
At least today
So let us not talk falsely now
Because the hour is getting late, late
Yeah

Yeah yeah
Yeah
Oh oh
Yeah yeah yeah