All Along the Watchtower - Chords Of Chaos
There must be some kind of way out of here
Said the joker to the thief
There's too much confusion
I can't get no relief
Businessen they drink my wine
Plowman 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 been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
The hour's getting late hey
Ooh all along the watchtower
Princes kept their view
While all the women came and went
They catch up too
Outside in the distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl hey
