All along the Watchtower - Bob Dylan

 Strophe) 

There must be some way out of here 

Said the joker to the thief 

There´s too much confusion 

Business men they drink my wine 

Plowmen dig my earth 

None of them along the line 

Know what any of it is worth 

 

Strophe) 

 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´ve been through that 

And this is not our fate 

So let us not takl falsely now 

The hour is getting late 

 

Strophe) 

All along the watchtower 

The princes kept the view 

While all the women came and went 

Barefoot servants, too 

Outside in the distance 

A wild cat dir growl 

Two riders were approaching 

The wind began to howl