5.All Along The Watchtower
Lyrics：Bob Dylan
Music：Bob Dylan
'There must be some way out of here,' said the joker to the
thief,
'There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief.
Businessmen they drink my wine, plowman dig my earth,
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth.'
'No need 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 that 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 distance a wildcat did growl,
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.
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