Testo di All Along The Watchtower

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 Business men they drink my wine Plowmen 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 think that life is but a joke But you and I, we've been through that And this is not our fate So let stop talking 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 tower