All Along The Watchtower
Bob Dylan
There must be some kind of way out of here
Said the joker to the thief
Theres too much confusion
I cant get no relief
Buisness men they drink my wine
Plow men dig my Earth
None with a level on their mind
Nobody out of this world
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 weve been through all that
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
The hour is getting late
All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants too
Outside in the cold distance
A wild cat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl
All along the watchtower
Everywhere
Everywhere I went